so awhile back crazyforsimgm tagged me in one of those question things
so here we go

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so awhile back crazyforsimgm tagged me in one of those question things
so here we go
"...I'm not touching you," Jeff sang, holding his hand about an inch from Jim's face. "Not touching."
"You might not be touching, but you're in my personal space." Jim growled. "First warning to move your hand, or I'll break fingers."
"You're scaring me." -Jeff
"Well; I do aim to scare, my dear. It's my job."
NOTICE ME DAMNIT. (Jeffnero's mun O.o)
WAT? WHY, THO?!COME HERE AND LET ME LOVE YOU!! <3
Jeff and Johnny :3
who cooks normally?: Jeff can take care of that.
how often do they fight?: I could see them butting heads a few times xD
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Wonder and think about the other probable
nicknames for each other?: 'Jeffy' 'Darlin' and 'Skittles' (can't resist)
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: He’f make Jeff pay. Poor guy.
who steals the covers at night?: Jeffy. Little sneak.
what would they get each other for gifts?: Jeff would make a painting of Johnny as a gift c: and Johnny would finally give it up to the other.
who remembers things?: Probably Jeff x)
who cusses more?: Jeff .-.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Fight like hell until it was better?
who kissed who first?: Jeff, I think.
who made the first move?: Uh… Jeff?
who started the relationship?: It would be mutual x)
Angst please -Jeff
10. (Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are sobbing holding a gun to their chest. (Trigger Warning)
His hand was shaking. He didn’t like guns, if he was being quite honest. But his distastes were nothing compared to his pain, and this gun was the easiest way out. He was tired. So very tired. Tired of fighting to the war that waged on in his thoughts. It was hell, a hell that Satan’s to shame. If only he could stop the tears long enough to actually see the weapon. Pull! he screamed in his head. He held the gun to his chest— he wanted at least his face to look decent when he was passed. But when the door opened, he nearly pulled the trigger on accident.
"G-Go. Away.”
punkscrazyexboyfriend started following you
"Jeff, isn't it?"
"Hi there! I'm Kim, new to the Creative Team."