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Jett was willing to overlook the "Tim Burton" comment this once and only because the woman had mentioned Eve, somebody who's body the man had yet to find just by surveying the area. Jett stepped a bit closer to the trio but still kept a respectful distance; Patrick had said they were Reapers, and if there was one thing all spirits knew, it was that you didn't screw with Reapers no matter how powerful you were. Jett had had enough run-ins with the creatures to know why that was too.
So despite knowing these three were likely the reason his best friend was dead the raven haired man kept his tone civil, if a bit brisk. "She was."
However, while Jett was aware of his place on the totem pole, it appeared Patrick did not... either that or he just didn't care. The redhead strode past Jett and right up to the male of the Reaper group, stopping just before he would be standing toe-to-toe with the dark haired teen. "A'right, look here bub, ye' better star' runnin' that mouth o' yers right now!"
Jett went to pull the Irishman away, but the murderous look gleaming in Patrick's strangely colored made the spirit pause. It was no secret that Patrick, on top of being the luckiest person alive, was very strong even if he didn't look it, and even with these people being Reapers, Jett was almost certain it would take all three of them and a very lucky scythe stroke to bring the angry spirit.
Still, Jett knew he had to at least keep Patrick from putting his hands on the Reaper. "Patrick, remember their weapons can kill you."
That seemed to spark some rational realization in the redhead's mind and Patrick took a few steps back, giving the teen some breathing room while still being close enough there was no way the other male would be able to run without ending up with his hair pulled out.
So despite knowing these three were likely the reason his best friend was dead the raven haired man kept his tone civil, if a bit brisk. "She was."
However, while Jett was aware of his place on the totem pole, it appeared Patrick did not... either that or he just didn't care. The redhead strode past Jett and right up to the male of the Reaper group, stopping just before he would be standing toe-to-toe with the dark haired teen. "A'right, look here bub, ye' better star' runnin' that mouth o' yers right now!"
Jett went to pull the Irishman away, but the murderous look gleaming in Patrick's strangely colored made the spirit pause. It was no secret that Patrick, on top of being the luckiest person alive, was very strong even if he didn't look it, and even with these people being Reapers, Jett was almost certain it would take all three of them and a very lucky scythe stroke to bring the angry spirit.
Still, Jett knew he had to at least keep Patrick from putting his hands on the Reaper. "Patrick, remember their weapons can kill you."
That seemed to spark some rational realization in the redhead's mind and Patrick took a few steps back, giving the teen some breathing room while still being close enough there was no way the other male would be able to run without ending up with his hair pulled out.