 Escapee from Azkaban
Jaeke blinked, staring at her. "Hey! ... I didn't spit on him. I simply spat near him. There's a difference," he finished, before turning to leave again. The other part set in, about a girl having a relationship with him and how he was a spoiled kid, and suddenly, his face clouded over. His face was so angry, he looked like he would explode any second. "If you'd like to trade places with me, I'd gladly do it in a second. If you want a father who is constantly on your back, who doesn't care, and..and a mother who's dead, then try living my life," Jaeke paused, the added, in a hiss, "If you want the weight of a dead g-- ..." Jaeke trailed off, as a sudden flash of sadness came across his face. But it disappeared in a moment, as he turned around and stalked away, into the camp and into his overturned tent, grabbing luggages and throwing them out, so that they could get their luggage when they saw it.
After that was done, Jaeke grabbed his bags, then dropped them near his feet, before crossing his arms across his chest and staring out into the desert.
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