Oh, those words made his stomach do flips 'Partner'? Perish the thought, of course be meant work partner Right? A light sign "Very well, my dear friend, why don't you dry then?" He could never win, not with such a sweet voice

Hand on hips, head tilted with one eyebrow raised The most sceptical look ever. "If you wish, I can get someone to help with your surgery... Needs."

Crossing arms "You are horrible at lying, Alexander." A bit of tutting "Either way, if you have any 'injuries' that result in a infection, you should come to me. I may not be a medical doctor by I do know how to treat wounds."

Tsk "I made sure you didn't perish and I wouldn't appreciate you throwing away my attempts in a foolish manner." And yet, there was a light blush on his face "Well, here I'm sure your physical health will take a sudden decline very unexpectedly." An very annoyed tone

Sigh "Unfortunately I believe I will, you are far more fragile then what I have encountered." He couldn't help but noticed the other's movement, a sign of slight embarrassment More blush. "And unfortunately, Nevada will definitely test your fragility."

Jeb chuckled quietly to himself, amused at the other's willingness to help It was sweet, in a way. Soon, the job was done, so Jeb leaned against the counter A breath out, a feeling of relaxation It was nice, being here Being with the other He couldn't help but stare at him

Another headache. What does he expect? Having your head stitched back together will do that

The binary sword is aimed at the [reader]

"It's Jebediah Christoff."

Sighing "It. Is. Jebediah. Christoff." The halo really isn't helping

Witnessing The Clown tormenting a random person Deep sigh He's leaving.

A snort "Because I know how to wield it." His other hand raises slightly from his side, a purple glow from it Suddenly, the other was pushed back by an unknown source In the next second, the other would have their gun arm sliced through, before it was aimed at their neck

Jeb quickly put the sword away "I apologize, Hoffnar, instincts."

Practicing some of his sword techniques On a hoard of Zeds

"One must be prepared, Doctor, I am simply protecting myself." Either way, he puts his sword away

Jeb doesn't notice the other yet, too focused on making sure he wasn't overwhelmed

Some red on his cheek, realizing he was staring Jeb looked away "No no- I apologize... I was simply zoning out." He looked back at the other "It is... Quite nice, to be in your presence yet again, dear Hoffnar."

A boot on his chest, making sure he other stayed down A sword against his neck "Maybe learn to not gloat, and learn to properly fight."

"I believe it is good for your health to learn to avoid the consequences of conflict." The sword is put away "After all, it is necessary here."

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