Gajeel looked up at his roommate. H

Gajeel looked up at his roommate. He was tall, and muscular. There was a scar over his right eyes and a look of annoyance on his grimy, dirt covered face. His clothes were simple, and also dirty, and he smelled like oil. But why did he look so annoyed? Realizing that Gajeel had been standing there gazing at the man for over a minute, he choked out a fake laugh and greeted himself.

"Um...I think you're-?"

"Laxus."

"R-right…" Gajeel's words stuck in his throat, feeling as if it would explode, why was he acting this way? Was he really gonna let a dirty asshole like this guy intimidate him? Though, he DID look like he could take his head right now and crumble it right in his hands, crumble his already exploding head in to tiny, weak, small pieces. He thought it was about time he told Laxus his name.

"M-my name's Gajeel," after hesitating, he reach his hand out towards his new roommate, who left him hanging, walking back into the apartment. Gajeel awkwardly clasped the open hand with his other free hand, later grabbing his luggage and making his way through the apartment. Laxus was repairing the sink, he'd figured since rusty pipes lay on the floor besides an open, dirty, cabinet. Before asking, Laxus glared back at him.

"Shoes off."

Without complaint, Gajeel immediately removed his shoes. Laxus took Gajeel's bags and motioned to follow him. The two walked to an empty bedroom in the apartment, only inhabited by a bed, and a frozen alarm clock on the floor, still plugged into the outlet, but flashing 12:00 over and over. It looked sad, the room. It would have to do, for now, Gajeel was afraid of objecting. Laxus dropped his bags and headed back to work on the sink, closing the door behind him. Soon, there was a bright red color on Gajeel's face, as he covered it with his hands and dropped to the floor, relieved that he was alone again.

He had never felt so much fear in such a little amount of time. Back before he'd dropped out of school, he was the kid that people were afraid of, he was that really tall kid that everyone was afraid to get into trouble with, the kid that people looked up to because he was just that strong. Standing up and wiping his face, he moved his luggage to his bed and moved the poorly folded clothes to the closet. In it, a small crack on the wall and a new pack of 20 hangers. Either Laxus was nice enough to get him hangers, or they'd been sitting there forever. He sighed and grabbed the pack, tearing off the wrapper. The hangers fell to the floor, making a loud clatter as they landed.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Gajeel nhìn lên lúc bạn cùng phòng của mình. Ông là cao, và cơ bắp. Có một vết sẹo trên đôi mắt bên phải và một cái nhìn ít phiền toái trên của ông grimy, bụi bẩn bao phủ mặt. Quần áo của mình đã được đơn giản, và cũng bẩn, và ông mùi giống như dầu. Nhưng tại sao ông đã xem xét rất khó chịu? Ông nhận ra rằng Gajeel đã đứng đó nhìn lúc người cho hơn một phút, nghẹn ngào ra một giả cười và chào đón mình."Um... Tôi nghĩ rằng bạn đang-? ""Laxus.""R-quyền..." Của Gajeel từ bị mắc kẹt trong cổ họng của mình, cảm thấy như thể nó sẽ phát nổ, tại sao ông đã hành động theo cách này? Ông đã thực sự đi để cho một thằng khốn dơ bẩn như gã đe dọa anh ta? Tuy nhiên, ông đã làm giống như ông có thể mất đầu ngay bây giờ và sụp đổ sụp đổ nó ngay trong tay của mình, đầu đã bùng nổ trong thành từng mảnh nhỏ, yếu, nhỏ. Ông nghĩ rằng nó là khoảng thời gian ông nói với Laxus tên của ông."Tên tôi M Gajeel," sau khi do dự, ông tiếp cận tay đối với bạn cùng phòng mới của mình, những người còn lại anh ta treo, đi bộ trở lại vào nhà. Gajeel awkwardly siết chặt bàn tay mở với khác tự do bàn tay của mình, sau đó lấy hành lý của mình và thực hiện theo cách của mình thông qua nhà. Laxus sửa chữa bồn rửa chén, ông đã figured vì gỉ ống nằm trên sàn nhà bên cạnh một mở, bẩn, tủ. Trước khi yêu cầu, Laxus glared trở lại vào anh ta."Giày ra."Without complaint, Gajeel immediately removed his shoes. Laxus took Gajeel's bags and motioned to follow him. The two walked to an empty bedroom in the apartment, only inhabited by a bed, and a frozen alarm clock on the floor, still plugged into the outlet, but flashing 12:00 over and over. It looked sad, the room. It would have to do, for now, Gajeel was afraid of objecting. Laxus dropped his bags and headed back to work on the sink, closing the door behind him. Soon, there was a bright red color on Gajeel's face, as he covered it with his hands and dropped to the floor, relieved that he was alone again.He had never felt so much fear in such a little amount of time. Back before he'd dropped out of school, he was the kid that people were afraid of, he was that really tall kid that everyone was afraid to get into trouble with, the kid that people looked up to because he was just that strong. Standing up and wiping his face, he moved his luggage to his bed and moved the poorly folded clothes to the closet. In it, a small crack on the wall and a new pack of 20 hangers. Either Laxus was nice enough to get him hangers, or they'd been sitting there forever. He sighed and grabbed the pack, tearing off the wrapper. The hangers fell to the floor, making a loud clatter as they landed.