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Внешность Джеффа Убийцы

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Всем здравия мои читатели. Сегодня я с вами поговорю о КАНОННОЙ ВНЕШНОСТИ ДЖЕФФА УБИЙЦЫ. Итак. Начнём с лица. Так как по канонной истории Джефф выжег отбеливателем своё тело? Лицо? фиг его знает. Поэтому Джефф приобрёл белую, по-моему нельзя сказать что кожа, но вполне возможно, эластичная, с маленькими так сказать углублениями(я не знаю как ещё сказать т.т) Нос есть, он такой же как и сама кожа. ВОЛОС У ДЖЕФФА НЕТ. По крайней мере я так думаю, ведь от огня, который вызвал отбеливатель сжёг волосы. 

 Где-то, когда-то я слышала что по канону Джефф не носил белую толстовку. Я не знаю, но может в первое время носить может, но в следующее толстовка может стать не пригодной для того чтобы её можно было носить.

Ну, а со следующей одеждой можно порассуждать так. Одежда долго не храниться, а чем одеться искать надо. У жертв. Поэтому Джефф не может быть ВСЁ время в одной и той же одёжке. 

Ну и на этом всё. Если вы хотите о чём-то порассуждать, то оставляйте тему в комменты.^^All Rights Reserved

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