The sounds of a large, lanky, elf-man that lives in the clouds, towering above all others is what rouses Kenzi from her shallow sleep. Jefferson is... somewhere. Oh no, she's misplaced her Jefferson. It's fine probably, she's very drunk. Was... very drunk. Is slightly less drunk now? It's hard to tell. All she knows is that there were many shots, this is not her house, and she's incredibly on edge. Like, ridiculously anxious. No, scared. Why?
............... Right. The whole 'breaking up with your fake husband that is secretly a double agent nazi that tried to kill your fake surrogate family' thing. That's a valid reason to be scared, especially when you're in a strange environment and there are sounds that could very well be the aforementioned-fake-husband coming to murder you for leaving or betraying him or something.
Cautiously, Kenzi gets to her feet. She sways slightly, blinking rapidly until she regains some semblance of balance. What even is equilibrium? She sidles against the wall, slowly approaching the source of the sounds. The couch! No weapons... that's fine, we're just investigating. Just checking. Just making sure that it's not--
Oh no he's pretty.
"You must be Jeff's Eliot." She says, face peeking around the corner to size up the sizable hot-hottie on the couch. It's the clothes that tips her off. The clothes and the height. The hair is just a bonus. She smiles cautiously at him, suddenly feeling really weird about being wasted in the dude's house after a fucked up situation without ever having spoken to him before. It's WEIRD! She's weird. Oh god, he's gonna think she's weird.
Wait. Jeff is weird, too. Like, HELLA weird. These guys can't say SHIT!
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............... Right. The whole 'breaking up with your fake husband that is secretly a double agent nazi that tried to kill your fake surrogate family' thing. That's a valid reason to be scared, especially when you're in a strange environment and there are sounds that could very well be the aforementioned-fake-husband coming to murder you for leaving or betraying him or something.
Cautiously, Kenzi gets to her feet. She sways slightly, blinking rapidly until she regains some semblance of balance. What even is equilibrium? She sidles against the wall, slowly approaching the source of the sounds. The couch! No weapons... that's fine, we're just investigating. Just checking. Just making sure that it's not--
Oh no he's pretty.
"You must be Jeff's Eliot." She says, face peeking around the corner to size up the sizable hot-hottie on the couch. It's the clothes that tips her off. The clothes and the height. The hair is just a bonus. She smiles cautiously at him, suddenly feeling really weird about being wasted in the dude's house after a fucked up situation without ever having spoken to him before. It's WEIRD! She's weird. Oh god, he's gonna think she's weird.
Wait. Jeff is weird, too. Like, HELLA weird. These guys can't say SHIT!