The tired Jeff crawled into bed with a groan to his name.
He was exhausted and swore to himself that if he gets thrown into a trial while he's trying to sleep, he will be the killer.
// Sorry for bad spelling mistakes, all I hear is the worst person in the world screaming at the top of the world with slurs and insults.
// So am I anxious and having a bad attack? Oh hell yeah I am
Hearing a voice caught the artist off guard, having his focus slamming against Julie. He could almost feel his heart jump from the suddenness.
He was quiet at first, giving a slight nod in response.
julie can scent an idea a mile off, and jeff seems as good a guy as any to have one. she crouches nearby, following his line of sight.
"you having trouble choosing what to focus on, too?"