The wallet was yanked out of the kids grip once he finally gave it up. Hayden stuck it back into his pocket with a satisfied, "Thought so, punk." He saw the kid wince and try to squirm away, not wanting to injury the kid for real, he loosened his grip before looking up at the sky with a head shake. No way was he really going to turn this kid in.....far to much of a hassle to go through, but who did this teen think he was?
"Tch, how many other people have you got running after you huh? What is your problem anyways?" Hayden brought his attention back to the child as he asked this before reaching in his jacket pocket for a package of kleenex. He always carried some. "Here, wipe your face." He released the arm, but sort of blocked his way still wanting answers.
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