[ Truthfully, she almost didn't bother with the whole business. But even Andy, as mired in her ways as she is — even she can only drink, smoke, and wallow in her own existential crisis for so long. It feels like being Hell's fucking errand boy, but when the orders come down from the top that the haniwa figurines should be collected for the department, she finally gets her ass up and does something that doesn't involve abusing one of her internal organs. A bright-eyed, bush-tailed Enma recruit she is not, but nobody said she had to excited about it.
That's how Andy finds herself wandering Sutoku territory, trailing cigarette smoke behind her as she looks for figurines to pocket. It's the little clay fellow sitting on the table that catches her eye before the familiar face actually does, but when she recognizes Tamamori, her eyebrows pinch together ever so slightly.
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That's how Andy finds herself wandering Sutoku territory, trailing cigarette smoke behind her as she looks for figurines to pocket. It's the little clay fellow sitting on the table that catches her eye before the familiar face actually does, but when she recognizes Tamamori, her eyebrows pinch together ever so slightly.
After a beat, in lieu of greeting, flatly: ]
You ever get all that shit off your shoes?