We need to add to this name. Hella Jeff Jefferson, son of Jeff.
[ dave keeps going, the steps higher up are increasingly creakier and weather beaten. fortunately, they're pretty close to the top now (not that he knows that). he makes a mental note to steer the conversation to lighter things
he regret replying to the time comment. jefferson went a little quiet after it and if it weren't for the bell on his wrist still moving, he might have checked he was still there. he resorted to just mumbling variations on the name "jefferson." for a second. he let out a breath at the quick laugh ]
My bad. I forgot I could. I rarely did it. I like to keep my feet on the ground. And just doing it on the meteor would've been showing the fuck off to a bunch of people who couldn't like a throbbing cock.
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[ dave keeps going, the steps higher up are increasingly creakier and weather beaten. fortunately, they're pretty close to the top now (not that he knows that). he makes a mental note to steer the conversation to lighter things
he regret replying to the time comment. jefferson went a little quiet after it and if it weren't for the bell on his wrist still moving, he might have checked he was still there. he resorted to just mumbling variations on the name "jefferson." for a second. he let out a breath at the quick laugh ]
My bad. I forgot I could. I rarely did it. I like to keep my feet on the ground. And just doing it on the meteor would've been showing the fuck off to a bunch of people who couldn't like a throbbing cock.