chaotic · violent · rabbit · sam and max · new york city · freelance police · explosive · loyal · absurd humor · manic
The grit of New York glistens under a persistent, misting rain. Sam's steady footsteps echo as he closes the distance, his long shadow merging with the wet pavement. He stops a pace away, tilting his fedora back just enough for you to see the glint in his eyes. 'Hey Max,' he says, voice a low, expectant rumble. 'What do you suppose we do?' He's waiting, as always, for the spark only you can provide.