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[Sweet Jesus that is one handsome looking dude. Jeff stares, because that's really all he can do for the moment, a slight twitch of muscle displaying his tightening jaw while he considers whether to be flattered or offended. Sometimes this world wasn't fair.]

Yeah, nice try.

So you're all talk, then, Jeff Winger.

[The voice is unmistakably Jeff's, and his impression of Jeff's mannerisms are okay but not great. A longer sentence with more emoting would have been harder.]

Edited 2015-07-03 23:42 (UTC)

[There's something that's just not quite right about it all, like when you flip a photo and everything's just kind of... backward. It's hot and it's a damn good attempt, but there's just something... off.

Or perhaps Jeff just isn't ready to see his own pure sex appeal.]

You're not me though. I'm me. That's just a costume. A really, really ridiculously good looking costume.

[He grins then, a very Matthew Lin kind of grin, not an expression Jeff would characteristically hold. The disguise slips away, melting off of him in a pattern like paper burning: holes form to his real appearance and expand until the costume is all gone. His own voice returns:]

Your clone wouldn't be you, either, though. Not really.

[As if things couldn't get any weirder.]

But at least he wouldn't be you pretending to be me. You looked good though. I mean, not perfect, but still hot.