Room 201, Saturday Afternoon
Andrew was on his bed, holding his phone and frowning. He was mentally going over the conversation he had just had with his brother, Tucker. "Tucker needs my help." It seemed too strange to believe.
He had mentioned something about prom, a girl who had laughed at him, and what he kept calling his 'stroke of genius.' But the phrase that stuck out, the bit that floored Andrew, was: "I can't pull it off without you, little brother."
It didn't take Andrew long to pack, pen a quick note to Liir in an attempt to explain things best he could, and head out the door. A part of him was excited to be heading back to Sunnydale; and that small part of him was doing a great job of ignoring the rest of him that was screaming not to leave.
[ooc: Establishy and NFI. Andrew is off to Sunnydale for a week. I'm AFK till next Sunday. Have fun!]
He had mentioned something about prom, a girl who had laughed at him, and what he kept calling his 'stroke of genius.' But the phrase that stuck out, the bit that floored Andrew, was: "I can't pull it off without you, little brother."
It didn't take Andrew long to pack, pen a quick note to Liir in an attempt to explain things best he could, and head out the door. A part of him was excited to be heading back to Sunnydale; and that small part of him was doing a great job of ignoring the rest of him that was screaming not to leave.
[ooc: Establishy and NFI. Andrew is off to Sunnydale for a week. I'm AFK till next Sunday. Have fun!]