So this Tommy Guy is an addict, huh? Jeffrey thought to himself as he pieced that new information with what he had heard from his buddies underground. He starts to harden his mask, hiding his teeth, eyes and pale skin with the normal hues of an average white american. "I'm Jeffrey. Walking sounds like a great idea." He said it with a grin. Let them think he was stupid for now, the better to catch them off guard in the future.
He took stock of the motley crew that were there to take advantage of collecting Tommy. Lucy Morgan... She looks pretty tough, and a winter courtier to boot. Make sure to watch out for this one." He warned himself. He had no problem with Winter, but they were sneaky fuckers and earned that reputation the hard way back where he was from.
Antonio Pretty Boy Fuckin' Escobar. Spring Court, Fairest. Stereotype. Dude has connections, though. There has to be something more to him. He made a note to keep an eye on the Fairest, and if they have to get dirty he would be the one to watch
He looks at Milo. Another Fairest, Autumn though. Interesting. Jeffrey didn't spare much thought on Autumn. They were a lot of bookish types, but they did have a penchant for finding shit that they didn't need to have.
And then there's Krumm. Good ol' Krumm." The ogre sneers a little. Krumm was a fellow summer and an ogre, but he still hadn't proven himself to Jeffrey as of yet.
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