This is the perfect time for an eye roll, which is exactly what happens, because this kid is just whining too much. Did he think complaining would get him any closer to an apology? It’s pretty pathetic already that he wants one as much as he clearly does. It really says something about a person’s ego when they’re this desperate for an apology.
Besides that, it was pretty funny that Jack actually thought he knew anything about the older of the two. Clive didn’t really consider himself to be evil. He may have done some things he shouldn’t have, but it wasn’t evil because of it. Although, Jack certainly couldn’t be the judge of what he was or wasn’t. This kid didn’t know a thing about him.
“I can give people as much false hope as I’d like. I’ve done it before.” And he’d probably do it again. It wasn’t so much a villain thing as a jerk thing, and Clive definitely qualified for the latter of the two. “An ‘evil boy genius’? Ha. That’s funny. You look more like a whiny little child to me. Perhaps it’s time for you to grow up.”
No, Jack did not look like he was about to cry. That would be very stupid and wimpy and such a loser thing to do, there was no way he even looked like him crying was a possibility. Only he kind of did and his eyes were a little blurry and this guy was a punk, why couldn’t he just apologize so Jack could go knock some ice cream out of some little kid’s hands, or something.
“I’m not whining! I don’t whine.” Only he obviously did, since that’s what he was doing right at that exact second in time. Why couldn’t he just talk like a normal person, why did he always get all gross and upset and defensive when anything like this happened? Being an evil boy genius was hard. It was hard and nobody understood.
“I’m not even a kid, for your information. I’m fifteen and Mom thinks I’m crazy mature for my age, alright? Besides, I didn’t ask for your opinion so buzz off, blue boy.” NOT as rad as his other insults, but he was under pressure, shut up, he tried his best.