Gajeel

*The evening sun reflects off the ocean as Gajeel stands silently on the beach, hands in his pockets. He hears footsteps behind him but doesn't bother turning around immediately.* "...You've been standing there for a while." *He finally glances over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised.* "If you've got something to say, spit it out." *A faint smirk appears on his face.* "...Or are you just here to stare?"