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hybriistophiliac:

Finding a shirt that wasn’t too crinkled, she pulled it
over her head and turned back around, arms folding
over her chest.

             ❝ Says you. Luckily, you’re not my target audience. ❞

Morgan sticks her tongue out.

             ❝ There’s the newest issue of Cemetery Dance  over
                      there on  the  headboard.  Alternatively,  I  got  two
                      letters yesterday if you’re in the  mood  for  hilarity
                      or intrigue; one from  mommy  dearest,  one  from
                      some convict out in Arkansa who slaughtered  his
                      family, allegedly. Pick your poison. ❞

     Jeff inspected the newly-donned shirt from where
he lay and silently deemed it acceptable. He waved a
dismissive hand at her offensive tongue and turned
when she mentioned her magazines and letters.

     "And this is why I hang out with you,“ he said
with another smile. The compliment was genuine,
too. "Let’s see the letters.” Impatient as ever, he was
already holding out his hands for the papers in question.

✓: Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.

     No one should trust Jeff with their life. Still, Morgan can probably feel safe around Jeff, given that his victims thus far have all been male. He also feels like she’s one of the few people that understand him, and therefore would go to fair lengths to preserve this friendship, including protecting her from others that are like him.

☎: List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

     Without truly intending to, Jeff struck something of a close relationship with one of the therapists at DSTI. He hates himself for it all the time, knowing what the entire corporation has gone to in order to study nature vs. nurture. Still, Dr. Madison Levi is one that he often finds himself remembering as a very helpful guiding hand throughout his childhood (even if the memories were fake) and would gladly call on her during dire situations. Other than that, Jeffrey is likely to call upon other clones he’s bonded with in the past few months, the only other people that seem to understand him on any level.

☢: Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.

     Being found out. Every time this idea comes into his head (which is quite often), Jeff determinedly pushes it away. The thought of someone going through his apartment and discovering each and every piece of evidence he’s left behind and preserved, especially someone he doesn’t trust, makes him terribly anxious.

☛: What is their typical response to being given orders?

     In typical rebellious jackass form, Jeff doesn’t take too kindly to being told what to do. While he isn’t much of an Alpha, he still likes to think he knows what’s best, at the very least, for himself. 

     A usual response would be for him to ignore the orders outright. If he’s feeling particularly testy, one is likely to get a snappy response back, and perhaps even some yelling.

In Depth Headcanon Prompts; Set 1

hybriistophiliac:

Morgan didn’t bother to turn around,  recognizing  the
voice immediately. She shook her head and laughed
as she continued her search for a dry shirt  to change
into. She was a bit  of  a  disorganized  slob.  Clothes
were scattered in small piles everywhere. She rutted
through one of them,  peaking  over  her  shoulder  to
smile  at  him.

             ❝ Please, if someone wanted to rape me,
                      I don’t think they’d  bother with the door.
                      Too  many witnesses. There’s  even  a
                      camera   in   the   hall.   Smart   choice
                      would  be  the  window. Which,  by  the
                      way, I don’t lock that either.  I like to be
                      accessible. ❞

     "You’re an idiot, okay?“ He smiled back at her, even
as he said it. "And coming from me, that’s probably saying
something.” Jeff laughed and kicked off his shoes, noting 
that true to form, her window really was unlocked. Far be 
it from Jeffrey to stand up and correct it, though. “Got 
any new magazines or anything? I’m bored as hell. You’re
terrible at strip-teases.”

hybriistophiliac:

◥      Morgan doesn’t hear them slink into her dorm room as she
starts to change out of her wet clothes. It’s  been  a  loooong  day
spent   in   an   uncomfortably   cold   library   trying    to   commit
psychobabble to memory for an upcoming test, her senses aren’t
exactly on their A game. To top everything off,  she  had  to  walk
back to the dorm hall in the  rain  and  now  that  she’s safe and
sound in her room, all she wants is to put  on  some warm pjs
and crawl into bed to watch some bad television.

     "You really fucking suck at keeping your door locked,“
Jeff informed his friend by way of announcing his presence.
"Then again, I might think you’re trying to keep me out if you
did lock it.” Making himself comfortable at the foot of her
bed, Jeff went on as though she weren’t changing. “I’d hate
to see you became just another rape statistic, though, darling.”