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Jeffery was sprawled out on the floor in what used to be Ben Harmon's office with a piece of paper and a rather pathetic crayon. It was dusty blue and left chunks as he colored, but he didn't mind to much,after all his brother had given him this crayon as a gift. It was a lot better than what he normally got, so he hummed softly as he drew what appeared to be a bird. For lack of colors and lack of skill it was at least recognizable as the creature it was suppose to be,so that was a plus. It wasn't until he heard the door open did he break his attention away from the paper. His head quickly turned to look at the source of the noise.Â
When nobody came into the room the young boy sat up and then shrugged as he figured the house was old and most likely just making noises again. He took a deep breath and looked down at the picture before crossing it out with a large X. He then crumpled the paper and just looked at it in his small hands sadly, he didn't even know why he wanted to come over here. It was quiet and it gave him a bit of freedom from his mock mother, but still the place was creepy. He turned his head slightly and noticed a pair of shoes right beside him and let out a sharp gasp as his blue eyes traveled up the body to get a good look at the face that matched the shoes. He swallowed hard, "U-uhm."Â
