Jeff furrows his brows, casting a quick back look at the window and-- yeah. That other shop definitely looks a way more promising location to hash out whatever the fuck's going on with his cowboy doppelganger.
(God, even his accent is cooler. That's way fucking unfair.)
He breathes out, then nods, taking a few steps closer to Raylan so as to match his speed as they head to the (hopefully less haunted) store. "Wait, so are you? A Marshal, I mean." It's the easiest occupation to latch on to, given the examples. The alternatives are, what, cattle wrangler? Is that even a job anymore? Jeff wrinkles his nose a little, seems deep in thought as he considers their situation here, before he suddenly perks up and turns to Raylan with a bright eyed and entirely too excited look.
"Oh! Dude! Oh my god, I got it! We're twins, separated at birth! Now I don't think my parents would've given you up for a adoption, but maybe-- maybe-- somebody kidnapped you and they didn't have the heart to tell anyone so it's been a tragic family secret for the last forty-odd years!"
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(God, even his accent is cooler. That's way fucking unfair.)
He breathes out, then nods, taking a few steps closer to Raylan so as to match his speed as they head to the (hopefully less haunted) store. "Wait, so are you? A Marshal, I mean." It's the easiest occupation to latch on to, given the examples. The alternatives are, what, cattle wrangler? Is that even a job anymore? Jeff wrinkles his nose a little, seems deep in thought as he considers their situation here, before he suddenly perks up and turns to Raylan with a bright eyed and entirely too excited look.
"Oh! Dude! Oh my god, I got it! We're twins, separated at birth! Now I don't think my parents would've given you up for a adoption, but maybe-- maybe-- somebody kidnapped you and they didn't have the heart to tell anyone so it's been a tragic family secret for the last forty-odd years!"