[Jasper clasps his hands at his back and loosely shakes his head. He then leans forward and looks at the ground; thinking about years gone by. Being ignored. Being misunderstood. He frowns, tightens his lips and stands upright. One hand obscures his face whilst he brushes away his fringe, revealing a lighter expression.
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[Jasper clasps his hands at his back and loosely shakes his head. He then leans forward and looks at the ground; thinking about years gone by. Being ignored. Being misunderstood. He frowns, tightens his lips and stands upright. One hand obscures his face whilst he brushes away his fringe, revealing a lighter expression.
Whatever. Old times are over.]
Time we start heading back, surely?