[ It's a more relatable feeling than a person might expect. Andy had her fair share of disagreements with her boys back home — and after centuries of squabbling, it had become normal for guns and blades to get involved. They'd taken their immortality for granted that way. Out loud, she offers the blonde a hummed noise of acknowledgement. Sure, most people probably would frown upon killing your housemates, but neither of them seem like most people. ]
Back to the Waystation. [ She nods in that general direction. ] Then to the nearest place that'll serve me something alcoholic.
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Back to the Waystation. [ She nods in that general direction. ] Then to the nearest place that'll serve me something alcoholic.