The grimace was good. With what little he'd heard from Athena, there'd been some niggling idea that Jeff might be... inappropriately weird. Teachers taking on kids for after school music sessions where they had some weird connection struck Raylan as Not The Best for Jeff's overall image, but now that he's got the man in front of him (or they were about to test if this was all some fucked up group nightmare that Mathis was testing out on Raylan) his gut suggested differently.
Which was good; he would have hated to have a reason to hate his own face any more than he already did.
"Roughly, just about twenty, give or take a few souls. People come in, same or similar way you did. Not everyone who shows up stays. Not everyone who dies stays dead. The worst kinda crapshoot."
As they walked up to the house, Raylan cracked a smirk that broke into a full out, shit eating grin that dropped a little as his head craned back over. "Did you just say 'Right on'? Shit, got California in your pocket, don't you. How old are you?"
If Jeff was pulling in at sixty, Raylan was not only calling bullshit but would spend a few minutes thanking whatever is in their genetics to make them age as well as they were.
Raylan lead the way up the stairs and into the front door, calling out as he took off his hat. "ATHENA, YOU HERE?" Whenever he raised his voice like that, the vowels got a little longer, though he somehow lost the first A of Athena's name. It'd been Southernized.
If Athena is on the porch or something, you can ignore the call ect, ect
Which was good; he would have hated to have a reason to hate his own face any more than he already did.
"Roughly, just about twenty, give or take a few souls. People come in, same or similar way you did. Not everyone who shows up stays. Not everyone who dies stays dead. The worst kinda crapshoot."
As they walked up to the house, Raylan cracked a smirk that broke into a full out, shit eating grin that dropped a little as his head craned back over. "Did you just say 'Right on'? Shit, got California in your pocket, don't you. How old are you?"
If Jeff was pulling in at sixty, Raylan was not only calling bullshit but would spend a few minutes thanking whatever is in their genetics to make them age as well as they were.
Raylan lead the way up the stairs and into the front door, calling out as he took off his hat. "ATHENA, YOU HERE?" Whenever he raised his voice like that, the vowels got a little longer, though he somehow lost the first A of Athena's name. It'd been Southernized.