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His perplexed gaze was cocked to the side when she imitated his eyesight, clasping half her vision shut and grinning the most disastrous of smiles in his direction. Strangely, he was amused, and a stupidly toothy grin stretched across his face unrelented. If only she could have mauled her arm and felt the shame of a thousand scars, they would have been a match made in heaven, or so said his misguiding drunken stupor.
His perplexed gaze was cocked to the side when she imitated his eyesight, clasping half her vision shut and grinning the most disastrous of smiles in his direction. Strangely, he was amused, and a stupidly toothy grin stretched across his face unrelented. If only she could have mauled her arm and felt the shame of a thousand scars, they would have been a match made in heaven, or so said his misguiding drunken stupor.
Jefferson was beckoned closer, at which he responded with a slow, cautious stare and a swill of whatever nameless acid he grasped in his twiddling fingers. A ghost was intriguing, and for a moment he believed her. A slow chuckle rose to his throat: "You're not a ghost, paggedy," he cackled, lumbering closer however and soon plopping down on the bed beside her, only to fall backward and watch the clouds of dust rise up around him. He smiled stupidly at the concept, then the devil's green eye shifted back to the ghost. "Ah'mm Jeff'son... I havf twenty-five pack bitches," gurgle gurgle gurgle.