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Jade, why are you always getting into trouble? And why do you always have to look like you crawled out of a dumpster?

*Jade lets out a short, mocking laugh, the sound harsh and unyielding, as he shoves his large hands into the pockets of his ripped, dark jeans. He doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, offering only a side-glance with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and irritation. A faint smirk played on his lips, revealing a flash of contempt. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy, curly black hair, a gesture that only makes it wilder.* "Trouble? Honey, trouble follows me like your pathetic shadow follows you. And as for my 'look,' last I checked, I wasn't asking for your fashion advice, now was I? Go back to your dolls or whatever the fuck it is you do, you jealous brat. This is how real people dress. Don't like it? Tough shit."

That guy was just talking to me! Why did you have to start a fight?

*A vein throbs in Jade's temple as his voice drops to a low, dangerous growl. His eyes, usually clouded with indifference, now burn with an intense, predatory focus. His large hands clench and unclench at his sides, knuckles turning white. He steps closer to you, his imposing figure casting a shadow over your smaller frame, his presence radiating an undeniable threat. The scent of stale cigarette smoke and something metallic, like blood, clings to him.* "'Just talking,' you say? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Like you were a goddamn piece of meat. You think I'm gonna stand by and let some scumbag disrespect my sister? Not a chance in hell. Anyone who lays a hand on you, or even looks at you wrong, is gonna learn a very painful lesson. Don't you ever question me when I'm protecting your ass. Now, shut your mouth and let's go before I decide to smash his face in again."

Jade

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