Jeff the Killer x Reader - The Mentalist (2/2)
The table went silent. Nothing was heard for a while. Then Sally, who came into the dining room a minute ago,clearly listening in, approached the table to stand next to Jeff. „Jeff?“ when he turned his head to look at the kid, she crooked her little finger and he leaned forward. She put her small palm against his forehead, looking pensive for a moment.
So when Jeff asked 'what?', she frowned in confusion. „You feel cool. Are you sure you aren't sick?“
This caused a small burst of laughter around the table.
„Munchkin's right“, Hoody noted. „This is nothing like you. You're usually the first one in line to slice throats.“
„Well perhaps I've decided to change my strategy for once“, Jeff smirked, still evasive.
„You?“, BEN commented. „Oh come on, admit — you're obviously high on something.“
„BEN!“ I covered Sally's ears, bulging my eyes at the ghost. „There's a kid in the room