Thomas Jeffersin

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Jefferson crossed his arms and huffed. “Yeah. I’m the other Thomas Jefferson.” He smirked before taking a step back. “You have some, rather, different figure, than me.”

“I never thought ‘Thomas Jefferson is so short’ would ever cross anyone’s mind… yet here we are.” Thomas leaned back and crossed his own arms, quirking an eyebrow.

“The world is just more bigger when you’re an average height.” He shrugged and looked at his nails. “I’m still taller than my Madison and my Alexander.”

“Yes, but how much taller?” Thomas taunted, knowing the answer would be “not much.”

Jefferson opened his mouth and then closed it again. He pulled up his cane and used the top of it to poke Thomas’ chest. “Enough about my height.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so small.” Thomas chuckled, looking down at the shorter, longer-haired version of himself.

Jefferson made a face and continued to press the top of the cane on his chest. “And you’re too tall.”

“There’s no such thing.” Thomas insisted, gently nudging Jefferson’s cane off of his chest.

Jefferson made a face and put his cane down. “Yes there is.”

“I disagree.” Thomas shrugged and he grinned. “Have I told you I like your jacket?”

Jefferson looked down at his jacket and then at Thomas’ jacket. “They are the same!”

“That’s why I like it.” Thomas laughed. “You have good taste.” He nudged Jefferson.

Jefferson rolled his eyes and smiled. “I sure do.”

"So, what exactly are you doing here?" Thomas quirked a brow.

“I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”

“Lucy, you know you need to, for the good of the family.” He insisted.

“For your own personal gain, more like. I won’t. I’ll be a nun.”

“It’s what’s best for you and your siblings.” Thomas sighed. “Do you really want to ruin this for them?”

Lucy scoffed. “They’re married! They’ve already gone off into the world!”

“Do you honestly think they don’t still depend on me for money?” Thomas shot back.

“I can’t marry him! He’s old and cruel!”

"You can and you will, Lucy." Thomas said with an air of finality.

Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.

Thomas wouldn’t let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didn’t want to risk getting hurt more.

One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.

Thomas didn’t want to be there any more than Hamilton did. “This proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it.” He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.

Alex hissed and looked at him. “You only think its atrocious because its taking more money from the rich.” He stated as he took a step towards him.

“No, I think it’s atrocious because it’s taking money from farmers. We both know I’m the one who supports taking money from the rich.” Thomas glared.

Alex blinked and shook his head. All of the shocks must’ve gotten to him. “Sorry, I meant to say farmers.” He hissed.

“At least farmers work for the good of others, unlike <i>you</i>.” Thomas’s eyes narrowed.

Alex continued to his as he got closer to him. “Excuse me?”

"Are you suddenly deaf?" Thomas glared at the other, also moving closer.

Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.

Thomas wouldn’t let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didn’t want to risk getting hurt more.

One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.

Thomas didn’t want to be there any more than Hamilton did. “This proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it.” He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.

Alex hissed and looked at him. “You only think its atrocious because its taking more money from the rich.” He stated as he took a step towards him.

“No, I think it’s atrocious because it’s taking money from farmers. We both know I’m the one who supports taking money from the rich.” Thomas glared.

Alex blinked and shook his head. All of the shocks must’ve gotten to him. “Sorry, I meant to say farmers.” He hissed.

"At least farmers work for the good of others, unlike <i>you</i>." Thomas's eyes narrowed.

Jefferson crossed his arms and huffed. “Yeah. I’m the other Thomas Jefferson.” He smirked before taking a step back. “You have some, rather, different figure, than me.”

“I never thought ‘Thomas Jefferson is so short’ would ever cross anyone’s mind… yet here we are.” Thomas leaned back and crossed his own arms, quirking an eyebrow.

“The world is just more bigger when you’re an average height.” He shrugged and looked at his nails. “I’m still taller than my Madison and my Alexander.”

“Yes, but how much taller?” Thomas taunted, knowing the answer would be “not much.”

Jefferson opened his mouth and then closed it again. He pulled up his cane and used the top of it to poke Thomas’ chest. “Enough about my height.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so small.” Thomas chuckled, looking down at the shorter, longer-haired version of himself.

Jefferson made a face and continued to press the top of the cane on his chest. “And you’re too tall.”

“There’s no such thing.” Thomas insisted, gently nudging Jefferson’s cane off of his chest.

Jefferson made a face and put his cane down. “Yes there is.”

“I disagree.” Thomas shrugged and he grinned. “Have I told you I like your jacket?”

Jefferson looked down at his jacket and then at Thomas’ jacket. “They are the same!”

"That's why I like it." Thomas laughed. "You have good taste." He nudged Jefferson.

Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.

Thomas wouldn’t let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didn’t want to risk getting hurt more.

One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.

Thomas didn’t want to be there any more than Hamilton did. “This proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it.” He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.

Alex hissed and looked at him. “You only think its atrocious because its taking more money from the rich.” He stated as he took a step towards him.

"No, I think it's atrocious because it's taking money from farmers. We both know I'm the one who supports taking money from the rich." Thomas glared.

Jefferson crossed his arms and huffed. “Yeah. I’m the other Thomas Jefferson.” He smirked before taking a step back. “You have some, rather, different figure, than me.”

“I never thought ‘Thomas Jefferson is so short’ would ever cross anyone’s mind… yet here we are.” Thomas leaned back and crossed his own arms, quirking an eyebrow.

“The world is just more bigger when you’re an average height.” He shrugged and looked at his nails. “I’m still taller than my Madison and my Alexander.”

“Yes, but how much taller?” Thomas taunted, knowing the answer would be “not much.”

Jefferson opened his mouth and then closed it again. He pulled up his cane and used the top of it to poke Thomas’ chest. “Enough about my height.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so small.” Thomas chuckled, looking down at the shorter, longer-haired version of himself.

Jefferson made a face and continued to press the top of the cane on his chest. “And you’re too tall.”

“There’s no such thing.” Thomas insisted, gently nudging Jefferson’s cane off of his chest.

Jefferson made a face and put his cane down. “Yes there is.”

"I disagree." Thomas shrugged and he grinned. "Have I told you I like your jacket?"

Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.

Thomas wouldn’t let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didn’t want to risk getting hurt more.

One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.

Thomas didn't want to be there any more than Hamilton did. "This proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it." He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.

“I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”

“Lucy, you know you need to, for the good of the family.” He insisted.

“For your own personal gain, more like. I won’t. I’ll be a nun.”

“It’s what’s best for you and your siblings.” Thomas sighed. “Do you really want to ruin this for them?”

Lucy scoffed. “They’re married! They’ve already gone off into the world!”

"Do you honestly think they don't still depend on me for money?" Thomas shot back.

“I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”

“Lucy, you know you need to, for the good of the family.” He insisted.

“For your own personal gain, more like. I won’t. I’ll be a nun.”

"It's what's best for you and your siblings." Thomas sighed. "Do you really want to ruin this for them?"

Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.

Thomas wouldn't let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didn't want to risk getting hurt more.