WORK;

To be honest, Madison would normally finish his works at time, with a long period before the death line— But this time was different. It had been some days since Thomas Jefferson came back to town, and Madison had been busy with all the retard essays for the organization of the neutral contracts of peace to France.. He hadn't told anything to Jefferson, since the guy was "I love with France".

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Madison kept his gaze down, looking at the organization of piles of papers that he had at least started to organize. He was sitting on the office, hand on his forehead as he fidget with the feather that he used to write the essay down. He looked like a mess; Messy hair, bags under his eyes and a very stressed look. Understandable, he hadn't slept in days after all. He was starting to see double, so when a sudden weight was added to his desk, he didn't noticed — but as soon as he did, he looked up to see two Thomas Jefferson's standing there.. Of course, the second one was a pure hallucination of Madison's lack of sleep, but the problem was Jefferson.

' Huh.. Mr Jefferson? '

Madison mumbled as he dropped the feather, whose made a slight thud on the hard wood of the desk. He was definitely sleep deprived, but at least he wasn't as energetic as Hamilton when he was sleep deprived. His gaze somehow brightened at the sight of his favorite — no less — companion. He was more happy to see Jefferson than he would ever be in life, and that was a lot to address, certainly. Was it already morning? No, it was surely night.. Madison had checked that 3 hours before — wait.. THREE HOURS? Madison really left the time flew away from his hands. He gripped the papers under his forearm, holding it firmly so Jefferson wouldn't be able to snatch it away from him to be a nuisance. Jefferson surely had Work to do, right? Or maybe he finished it already.