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The tow-headed boy quickly gained a notorious reputation as the troublemaker of the glade. He was always pushing boundaries, whether it was climbing a tree to see how high he could go, playing pranks on the other boys, or goofing off while on his runs with Minho. He was always doing something. Him being a wild child only added to his rebellious reputation, as he refused to listen to anyone except for Madylin and occasionally Minho. It seemed like every day, Mason was up to something mischievous, and it became the two's responsibility to either stop him or dole out punishment. But no matter how many times Mason got into trouble, he never seemed to learn from his mistakes. In fact, he often ended up injured from his reckless antics. How? No one could understand. He managed to constantly have new cuts and bruises, but they knew it was just a consequence of his clumsiness and need for attention.
Minho dragged an injured Mason into the Medjack hut, struggling to keep him still since the boy had such bad ADHD. Jeff rushed over to help, but the younger boy quickly swatted him away.
"Nah, I only let Linie touch me, got it?" he declared with a cocky grin.
"Someone's got a crush on our Medjack," Jeff muttered as he threw his hands up in defeat.
"Absolutely not." Mason huffed with a nose wrinkle.
The ginger, who was organizing supplies, raised an eyebrow and stepped away from her work to approach Mason. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Mason brushed off their teasing and pointed to a small scrape on his knee. "Just a little scratch, nothing too serious," he replied casually, trying to downplay the injury.
"Says the boy who managed to get hurt three times in one week," she retorted with a smirk.
Minho chuckled and leaned against a nearby table. "Seems like Mason's favorite spot in the Glade is right here in the Medhut with you, Mad."
Mason felt the teasing heat rise to his cheeks. "That is not true!" he tried to deflect, "But. Even if it was true- I like her more than you." He stuck his tongue out at Minho, who faked being hurt.
"Ouch. My heart." Minho said dramatically.
"Is crushed? Good."
"Mason," Jeff interjected, folding his arms across his chest, "I think you spend more time in here than you do in the Maze actually doing your job."
