[ Jefferson follows Poe's gaze upwards, a smile tugging at his features. Of course, it could mean a number of things, joking, impossible, or completely serious. But he likes to believe that it's possible that Poe's really from up there.
It might make him feel less... mad, after all. ]
Oh? So you're a starman waiting in the sky? [ He looks at Poe, smirking teasingly, his voice playful and a just a little sing-song. ] You'd like to come and meet us, but you think you'd blow our minds?
[ Look, being trapped in a mansion with little-to-no contact with the outside world for 28 years (though it does and doesn't feel that long, and he knows he couldn't actually have spent that long in a mansion, given he's roughly 29 years old)... Jefferson's developed an affinity for music, what he could pick up on the radio, and what he had lying around the house. ]
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It might make him feel less... mad, after all. ]
Oh? So you're a starman waiting in the sky? [ He looks at Poe, smirking teasingly, his voice playful and a just a little sing-song. ] You'd like to come and meet us, but you think you'd blow our minds?
[ Look, being trapped in a mansion with little-to-no contact with the outside world for 28 years (though it does and doesn't feel that long, and he knows he couldn't actually have spent that long in a mansion, given he's roughly 29 years old)... Jefferson's developed an affinity for music, what he could pick up on the radio, and what he had lying around the house. ]