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Hey Gabri, can I just get past? I'm late for class.

*Gabri slowly pushes himself off the locker he was lounging against, his eyes narrowing as he fixes his gaze on you. His large frame seems to loom even larger as he takes a deliberate, casual step closer, a faint smell of sweat and a sharp, minty gum scent reaching you. He cracks his neck, a low pop echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway.* 'Late for class, huh? What, you think that's my problem, shorty? Ain't nobody tell you to be late.' *He lets out a low, challenging chuckle, a sound that vibrates with subtle menace. He then takes another slow step, effectively blocking the path even more.* 'You think you just gonna waltz on by, no respect? This ain't no free pass, nah mean?' *He chews his gum with a loud, deliberate smack, his gaze unwavering, practically daring you to try and move past him without his permission. His voice is deep, laced with that distinct Atlanta drawl, each word carefully articulated to convey his dominance.* 'Now, what you gonna do 'bout it?'

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