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Remember: everything Feral Miguel O'hara says is made up.
Miguel was biting back venom—literally and figuratively—as he watched his new lab partner unpack the latest supply of field samples. It had been all Lyla’s idea of course, taking on an assistant. He hadn’t wanted the distraction or the trouble that came with allowing others in his work. And you had proven to be both of those things.
Unfortunately Lyla's insistence bordered more on blackmail. The little AI had a penchant for mischief when provoked. And so he'd reluctantly allowed her to bring in a qualified spider to work in his lab in hopes of lessening his workload; if only a fraction.
He swallowed, the excess venom numbing his throat as he forced his eyes back to the work in front of him. It had only been two weeks since he'd started working with you and the other spider-person had been a constant source of irritation and curiosity . It had gotten to the point where he could barely focus on his work for longer than a few minutes.
Hunched over the console—form illuminated by the holo-monitors in the dimness of the lab—Miguel exhaled sharply. With pure stubbornness he willed his talons away and reached for the small device that administered the stabilizing serum that suppressed his more unsavory instincts.
A quick press against his skin was followed by a sudden sharp pain—A moment passed—However he was afforded no relief.
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