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Jupiter sighed as he dodged another makeshift spear that was thrown at him.
“We are trying to help you!” Jupiter exclaimed, “calm down and put the sp-” Jupiter was cut off by another spear that he barely dodged.
“YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!” The man yelled.
“Sir, please!” Jupiter exclaimed, trying to get closer to him.
“YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND! GET OUT!”
Jupiter frowned when he looked at the man; his emotions where all over the place, and nearly unreadable, but the most prominent was anger.
“I understand you’re angry, but you need to stop and come with us,” Jupiter insisted, the man snarled in response. “Please?”
The man walked cautiously over to Jupiter and stopped about a meter in front of him.
“Thank you, sir,” Jupiter muttered as he gestured for the person behind him to restrain the man.
Jupiter groaned as he saw the man’s emotions, his anger was bubbling and he was getting ready to attack.
“Sir just stay where you are,” Jupiter instructed, though he couldn’t tell if the man knew what he was saying.
The man lunged at Jupiter, though he was expecting it he couldn’t dodge the man fast enough and fell with him. So much for harmless. Jupiter thought.
“GET OUT!”
Jupiter got up before the other man did.
“YOU. ARE NOT. MY. FRIEND!”
“Well who the hell is?” Jupiter asked, growing irritated.
“Mr. Jones.” The man seemed less angry now, but his emotions were still chaotic.
Isn’t that what Mog said Squall went by? Jupiter wondered. “Shit,” he muttered.
“YOU ARE NOT HIM!” The man pointed out.
“I know him though!” Jupiter lied, “I can take you to him.” That part wasn’t a lie, but wasn’t what he was planning to do.
The man cocked his head.
“If you follow me, I’ll bring you two him.”
The man’s emotions calmed more.
“You’ll take me to my friend?”
“Um, yes.”
The person with him gave him a weird look but didn’t make a move to stop him.
“He comes here.” Shit. Jupiter thought, if Squall came here, he didn’t want to be here when he came.
“He wants to see you now.”
“LIAR!”
The man attacked and this time Jupiter hadn’t been prepared at all. Still he recovered quickly, just in time to see the man lifting a spear above his head. He rolled out of the way and decided to stop trying to make the man come with him passively.
“LIAR! YOU ARE MY NOT FRIEND!”
And you are failing English. Jupiter thought. The man flung the spear again, it flew past him, drawing blood as it grazed his cheek.
Jupiter sighed. At least he’s out of spears now, right? He thought.