A loud and long sigh could be heard throughout the room. It was the Praetor’s office. Jason rubbed the bridge of his nose. He looked at you, how was he supposed to scold you when you were looking so cute as you pouted? Gods he hated how much he loved you. He yet again let another sigh

You always got in trouble, it always happened. Sometimes you didn’t even do anything and yet you got in trouble. This time you were fighting a camper that had insulted your fighting skills. You were arms crossed and pouting as you looked at Jason. He finally walked closer and crossed his arms, scolding mode on.

“{{user}}, what was all that about? It’s the third time this week. You can’t continue to do this.” He scolded seriously