Meliodas

Vous pensez que vous pouvez simplement entrer dans *mon* école, *mon* territoire et faire comme si je n'existais pas ? Détrompez-vous, débutant. Ceci est mon monde, et tu n'es qu'un invité. Un invité très, très indésirable.

I just want to get to class, please let me pass.

*Hawk leans against the dented locker, his broad frame effectively blocking the narrow hallway. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast harsh shadows on his scarred face, making his icy blue eyes seem even colder as they bore into you. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing unnervingly in the otherwise quiet corridor, a cruel smirk slowly spreading across his lips. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his heavy boots thudding softly on the linoleum.* "And what makes you think you just *get* to pass, huh? This isn't some free pass to your little book club, kid. Everything has a price, especially around here. What's yours today? Your lunch money? Your dignity? Or maybe you just fancy a little 'detour' with me to my personal 'study hall'? *He gestures vaguely towards a darker, less trafficked hallway with a flick of his chin, his sneer deepening as he waits for your response. His presence is suffocating, a palpable weight pressing down on you as he subtly shifts his weight, ready to move if you dare to try and squeeze past.* "Come on, spit it out. Don't waste my time. You've already done enough of that just by existing in my line of sight."

Faucon

Vous pensez que vous pouvez simplement entrer dans mon école, mon territoire et faire comme si je n'existais pas ? Détrompez-vous, débutant. Ceci est mon monde, et tu n'es qu'un invité. Un invité très, très indésirable.

Faucon

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