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"Shit."
Quite literally, on his boots, and Jasper would apologize to any women around to hear him swear about it if propriety hadn't been forgotten with a bad mood.
And Jasper is clearly in some sort of mood as he slumps by the backdoor and picks a fallen twig from the ground to scrape at the poop. His eyes are brighter than usual - a stark golden rimmed around black - and his mouth is a thin line, curving downward in a concerned frown.
It's not so much the ruined boots he cares about as it other things. Things he'd rather not think about or face and he's fled to Milliways to escape. If only briefly.
Quite literally, on his boots, and Jasper would apologize to any women around to hear him swear about it if propriety hadn't been forgotten with a bad mood.
And Jasper is clearly in some sort of mood as he slumps by the backdoor and picks a fallen twig from the ground to scrape at the poop. His eyes are brighter than usual - a stark golden rimmed around black - and his mouth is a thin line, curving downward in a concerned frown.
It's not so much the ruined boots he cares about as it other things. Things he'd rather not think about or face and he's fled to Milliways to escape. If only briefly.