[The nickname is staying no matter how much judging Raina does. Like Fred's need for acceptance, Jeff craves that familiarity just as much, a craving for people to rely on and be there for company when the need arose.
This is just closer company than he'd been expecting, and as Raina climbs into his lap (Jeff being careful not to spill his wine), he realises that escape is becoming that much more difficult. She presents a physical barrier, one that he'd have to push just to pass, and does he really want to push a barely clothed woman off his lap? Hadn't he been vying for her attentions since they both arrived in this world? Was he not a man of action?!
There would be words. Many of them, but there's lips dusting his throat and jesus, that's distracting. Chilton is absolutely no help at all either, but the poor guy probably has his own distractions, distractions like--]
Oh, ffff-- c'mon! [His hand yanks away the second he registers where it had been placed, lightning quick like he'd just been burnt and instead almost instinctually shifting it to cup Raina's hip, his thumb tracing light circles against the sheer fabric. Fred does get some of Jeff's attention though, a long stare with raised brows that's silently settling somewhere between The hell am I meant to do? and You ok, bro?! This your girl, bro. Your girls in my lap, bro.. Chilton's meant to be the Raina expert here, not Jeff. Jeff's only dealings with her have been brief and in controlled environments.]
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This is just closer company than he'd been expecting, and as Raina climbs into his lap (Jeff being careful not to spill his wine), he realises that escape is becoming that much more difficult. She presents a physical barrier, one that he'd have to push just to pass, and does he really want to push a barely clothed woman off his lap? Hadn't he been vying for her attentions since they both arrived in this world? Was he not a man of action?!
There would be words. Many of them, but there's lips dusting his throat and jesus, that's distracting. Chilton is absolutely no help at all either, but the poor guy probably has his own distractions, distractions like--]
Oh, ffff-- c'mon! [His hand yanks away the second he registers where it had been placed, lightning quick like he'd just been burnt and instead almost instinctually shifting it to cup Raina's hip, his thumb tracing light circles against the sheer fabric. Fred does get some of Jeff's attention though, a long stare with raised brows that's silently settling somewhere between The hell am I meant to do? and You ok, bro?! This your girl, bro. Your girls in my lap, bro.. Chilton's meant to be the Raina expert here, not Jeff. Jeff's only dealings with her have been brief and in controlled environments.]