“C’mon, we ain’t got all day.”

Gajeel is a few strides ahead of you, not bothering (or caring) to look back at you as you follow him through Magnolia. He took on a job that you wanted to do, and because you’re so goddamn stubborn, at least to him, you wouldn’t let him go on said job alone.

His red eyes land on you when he turns his head, a smirk rising to his face as he sees you struggling to keep up. “I won’t have to carry you there, will I? Either hurry up or get left behind.”