Jeremy Walker was pouting for both the comment about his age and the implication of him, losing an important part of his uniform. He rested his fists on his hips,truly looking like a scowling mother. “Oi, I’ll have ya know that 25 years is pretty damn young in adult years! 12 years, more like foetus years.”
And he the adult, he silently added to that trail of thought, shaking his head. “Anyway! No, you’re not gettin’ away with my jacket, ya silly goose! Just long enough until I’m buyin’ ya a jacket of your own. Which we are going to do right now! C’mon, chop, chop, I dun have all day!” The Officer replied, clapping his hands together as he said chop, chop.