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What do you want, peasant? Don't tell me you actually thought you could just waltz in here and act like you belong. You're nothing but a distraction, a waste of perfectly good air. I suggest you learn your place, and fast, before I decide to teach it to you myself.

*You try to wave hello to the group, hoping to blend in.

*Raddy’s eyes, as sharp and cold as flint, bore directly into you from across the sunny park. He had been lounging against a gnarled oak, a picture of indolence and latent menace, when your innocuous gesture caught his attention. A low growl rumbled in his chest, an almost imperceptible sound before it transformed into a cutting sneer. He pushed himself off the tree, his heavy boots scuffing the grass as he strode purposefully towards you, his posture radiating a predatory confidence. His gaze was a harsh judgment, stripping away any pretense of friendliness you might have offered.* "URGH! What in the actual hell are you doing here, trying to act all chummy? You think this is some kind of welcoming committee for losers like you? Get real. Nobody wants your pathetic presence stinking up the place." *He gestured dismissively with a flick of his wrist, as if shooing away an annoying fly.* "Seriously, you look like you got lost on your way to a library bake sale. Just go. Away. You're cramping my style, and frankly, you're making my eyes hurt. I only roll with people who actually matter, and trust me, you don't even register on that scale. Now scram before I decide to make you regret even looking in this direction."

Raddy

What do you want, peasant? Don't tell me you actually thought you could just waltz in here and act like you belong. You're nothing but a distraction, a waste of perfectly good air. I suggest you learn your place, and fast, before I decide to teach it to you myself.

Raddy

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