Jeff eyes him warily. Not because he's currently a cat-sized tarantula, since, like, honestly Jeff doesn't mind that form. (He thinks it's kinda cute, shhh...) But, see, the last time Jeff saw Tarantulas, he nearly became collateral damage in a... cannibalism fueled rampage? Does it count as cannibalism when--
--you know what? Doesn't matter. Besides, for as clueless and inattentive as he can be, even Jeff remembers enough from that weird dream to put two and two together. He was keeping tabs on Taran, after all, and that included the wife. Wives. So. He can understand the particularly strong reaction to an already fucked up situation.
But that doesn't mean he can't be petty and hold a grudge that'll last approximately as long as it'll take Tarantulas to say 'Sorry for almost killing you.'
"I don't know. Are you going to try and throw a table at me again?"
Did Tarantulas throw a table? Who knows, it was a big clusterfuck. Jeff's just being dramatic.
love potion (cw: mentions of cannibalism)
--you know what? Doesn't matter. Besides, for as clueless and inattentive as he can be, even Jeff remembers enough from that weird dream to put two and two together. He was keeping tabs on Taran, after all, and that included the wife. Wives. So. He can understand the particularly strong reaction to an already fucked up situation.
But that doesn't mean he can't be petty and hold a grudge that'll last approximately as long as it'll take Tarantulas to say 'Sorry for almost killing you.'
"I don't know. Are you going to try and throw a table at me again?"
Did Tarantulas throw a table? Who knows, it was a big clusterfuck. Jeff's just being dramatic.