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[ well this has fuck all to do with either the holidays or cave spelunking, but here we go. ]

is anyone here a catholic priest? or any kind of priest?

or someone who can marry people, i guess?

asking for a friend.

actually asking for a friend. don't start having an aneurysm, alva, put up your wallet.

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o3o ugu

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only the best for u, bro
or, well, the sub par, but with good intentions
whatever

[heisenbitch]

You gonna be a cheap and nasty flower girl for this friend of yours too?

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nah, that shit's reserved for people who've had to deal with me bleeding on them
so you can marry alva - that'll cover all my bases and i'll only have to do it once

[heisenbitch]

Wow
How romantic

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bc im just a soft, squishy sweetheart

[ this is a lie. he has murdered so many people, jesse. do not trust him and his lying liar hands. ]

[heisenbitch]

Know what else is soft and squishy?
Bullshit

[ Jesse has no idea how many people you've murdered, Andyr, but he knows the shit you've been through is hardly bound to make you a soft, squishy sweetheart. ]

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im hurt, jesse
:(
see?

[ it's so true though. ]

[heisenbitch]

Weak ass pussy

[ Was it Andyr's intention to make Jesse smile? Because the idiocy that this conversation has devolved into is making him smile, something Jesse has kinda sorely needed, even if it's still lurking and gnawing in the back of his mind who the hell Andyr is asking about Catholic priests for. ]

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[ it hadn't been the specific intention, no, but he does like jesse enough that he wants to see him at least amused, if not happy. andyr's getting a healthy amount of much needed snickers out of it as well, so it's mutually beneficial. ]

u wanna fight, pinkman? u really wanna get ur ass handed to you by a flower girl?

[heisenbitch]

Sure
What are you gonna hit me with?
A girly basket of flower petals?

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u think i cant kill a bitch with a flower basket?
try me

[heisenbitch]

I might die laughing at you before you even get the chance

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at least youll die happy

[heisenbitch]

You fucking weirdo

[ Jesse means that in the best way possible. Andyr has no idea how much he's actually cheered Jesse up with this stupidity. ]

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tell me something thats news

[ 'Friends' isn't something that andyr's typically good at, for obvious reasons. mostly that he's a rude, creepy, morbid fuck who bites people in the face, but having such an easy time talking about stupid crap with jesse does more for him that can be said. he'd been important to him first for saving him, and now, for this as well. ]

[heisenbitch]

I got booze, flower girl
If you wanna hang
You can bring your girly basket of flower petals if you want
Does that count as news?

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[ he's pretty sure he won't drink, but that isn't the appealing part of the offer. as antisocial as andyr is, he's grossly lonely, and pathetically eager to be around people who actually want him around. so, yeah, he's taking this up. ]

counts as something
maybe itll be news when i shove that basket up ur ass
but yeah
lets hang

[heisenbitch]

Kinky
My tent in ten?

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if u can think it, someone somewhere probably has a fetish for it
yeah sounds good

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse will be found sitting inside his tent. It's small and cramped, barely big enough for two, really, but it's also dark and chilly outside. He's made room for Andyr, though - he's shoved all his shit into the corner of the tent, fixed up his sleeping bag so it's not a tangled, sprawling mess, and now he is sitting on top of it, knees drawn up to his chest and arms linked loosely around his knees.

When he hears movement outside, he announces while tilting his head to peer up at Andyr: ]

In here, yo. Let yourself in, man.

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[ as invited, andyr ducks his way into the tent, small, lopsided smile and a brief hand lifted to signal a 'hey', before he plops down opposite of jesse, with little ceremony.

he isn't here for the booze, so he isn't immediately asking for it, just looking him over for a second. jesse seems so small in the baggy clothes he goes around in, and for all the talk that comes from him. andyr thinks maybe that's part of why he likes him - he's probably the least threatening person he knows after nill, but the potential he's shown for taking care of himself and others (andyr specifically) is impressive. ]

Decided to be merciful and left the basket back in my tent. You're welcome.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse watches Andyr making his way into his tent, drawing his knees a little tighter to his chest. Every time he sees Andyr, Jesse's mind flashes back to seeing Andyr sprawled in the dark corridor of the Moira with his back split open, blood everywhere, Andyr's gut-wrenching, agonised screams tearing down the long hallway. It haunts him. Maybe it will never stop haunting him.

Realising he is chewing his lip while his mind turns over that awful memory, he relaxes into a lopsided grin of his own once Andyr has plopped down on the ground opposite him. ]

Aw, man. You pussy.

[ Grin widening. He's actually really glad to see Andyr. ]

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[ a snorted laugh erupts from him, and andyr stretches out a foot to push at one of jesse's folded up knees, in the way you might give someone a punch on the shoulder. ]

Seriously? Still talking shit?

[ andyr shakes his head, tugging his own legs up to his chest to loosely prop his arms on his knees, while he chuckles a bit more. ]

You know I could probably put your scrawny ass through a tree, right?

[heisenbitch]

Always talking shit.

[ It's a laughing response, totally smartassed and kind of delighted to be able to joke around with someone like this. It's almost like he and Andyr are old friends in a weird way. It's a nice change from how isolating being so far away from anything familiar can be.

As for what Andyr goes to say, though...

Jesse leans forward, narrowing his eyes in skepticism. It's done comically, because Jesse is still messing around. ]

Oh, yeah? Who's talking shit now?

[ Actually, with how fucking built and ripped Andyr is... Jesse is almost inclined to believe him. ]

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[ fun fact: he can definitely put jesse through a tree, and a concrete wall, and put a nice dent in a metal one. however, that would require his biological make up to not be dampened down to normal human levels, as it currently is.

it doesn't stop andyr grom grinning wolfishly, like he's in on an obvious joke that jesse isn't. ]

Remind me we had this talk once we're out of this dead zone.

[ so he can put your skinny butt through a tree. ]