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[Jefferson Soul]

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wc211 At this point in time, possibly the weirdest look had crossed Jefferson's face as he stared at the steel-colored brute. His jaw had dropped agape a bit at the character's complete lack of relevance and seemingly unrelated banter, not to mention the couple sporadic nicknames the gimp had somehow acquired. He wasn't offended in the least as a result, so much as he was just confused by DaVinci's movements and speech. It was a good thing he wasn't part of Phoenix Valley; hell if Jefferson knew if he could handle this guy on a daily basis. His eye rolled. "Enough, Chuckles," he sighed after the hybrid introduced himself, ignoring the new knowledge of his name. His green eye focused in on the stranger. "You're not impressing anyone here. If you're looking for someone, you'd best find a better way to do it next time." A shrug. He almost admitted that he was 'nice' for allowing it, but quickly swallowed the thought and dismissed it. He wasn't nice. He just wasn't in any place to be doing punishments, that was all. "Who's the girl? I might know her, but not if she's anything like you." He smirked lightheartedly, tail waving slowly from side to side. He nodded his head, "Jefferson." Simple enough.

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