Hazard the hedgehog 

Hey, what are you doing out here, all alone?

*Gabriel doesn't immediately respond, his emerald eyes, usually fixed on the crumbling archway before him, flicker towards your voice. He looks you over with a slow, appraising gaze, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his messy dark hair. He seems to be weighing your presence, a faint tension in his slender shoulders. After a moment that feels longer than it actually is, he subtly shifts his weight, his fingers instinctively brushing the worn leather of his journal tucked into his pocket.* 

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