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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Maybe we should take a trip to the thrift shop on our walk and get you some shades, bro," Andy offered, laughing although his expression played of sympathy for what he could only venture was Sam's plight. He'd been down that road plenty of times, looking for happiness, love, or escape at the bottom of a bottle. He wondered which Sam had been chasing the previous night.

At the correction, Andy smirked and raised his eyebrows, pushing the doors open and squinting reflexively at the brightness of the sun. Then, he felt doubly sympathetic toward Sam; if even he was affected by the sunshine, surely it was all but killing Sam... "Yeah, but you knew what I was talking about and that's what matters," he pointed out with a grin. "You wanna piss and moan about her? God knows I've filled your ears - or eyes, I guess, technically - with my own brand of bitching on a very similar subject," he added almost apologetically.

A huff of a laugh escaped Andy as he stepped out onto the small patio of the church and made his way down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to survey the surroundings, pleasantly surprised by the nice weather. Where once there had been heaps of snow there were now only tiny piles of residual. Not too shabby, he thought. "Y'think?" he asked, rolling his eyes slightly at the prospect. "I think maybe that guy Rorschach would do better. Or maybe that Laura chick, since, based on what little I've seen in the journal, it seems like she already thinks she runs the shit. Who d'you think would get the popular vote? I could win against those guys, right?" he joked.