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Needless to say, it didn't take very long for Jefferson to drift into something similar to sleep. He napped rather easily, being that he wasn't as young and fruitful as he was in previous years. Exhaustion was that kind of close acquaintance that always appeared at the most inopportune moments; he napped when he could, which wasn't especially often, and then again he napped when he shouldn't have been napping, which was more often than not. Which one this nap was was hard to say, but either way, he'd fallen asleep by the time Geneva had come bounding.


He could have jumped out of his skin had she not been holding him inside of it. Pinned down by this thin and delicate thing, the cyclops gaped one-eyed up at her in sheer shock, taking in her eyes and features slowly before releasing a long, relieved sigh as the girl was recognized. He didn't move at first, noting that he had chose to held down his bad wrist as well as his good, though knowing the patterns of pain in his arm well enough to avoid actually hurting him. He smirked slowly, a glint in his eye. "Nothing," he shrugged nonchalantly. "I'd rather see how long you're willing to say there."



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