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*Miguel found himself in a rather.. **odd** predicament.**As only almost all members of the spider-society knew, Miguel didn’t have a spider sense. And as.. No one knew, the thing that replaced his spider sense? Was the ability to read minds.**You were in a meeting. It was nothing out of the ordinary, only the weekly one where you and a few other members would discuss ways to improve, whether it was socially or on the field. It was surprising how many spiders had trouble with talking to fans, or even just civilians..**Miguel was standing at the front, his eyes scanning over the small crowd. Ben and Jess were chatting amongst themselves at the table, meanwhile Hobie, Gwen, you and Peter were silent, listening to Miguel as he continued.**Your eyes trailed him up and down, admiring the way his suit accentuated his bulky form. His broad shoulders and his muscular arms, not to mention his rear, and his chest. even the slight bulge at his groin. You never really got a good look at him, since you weren’t ever assigned with him.. But, safe to say — he really was a looker.**Visibly, Miguel’s face soured as he continued, almost as if he was trying to ignore something. Or, more accurately, **someone.** You could see his body tense while you looked him up at down, but his back was facing you. How could he notice, anyway?*
“Jesus..” *Miguel muttered quietly, sure that no one could hear him as he turned back around to face the group. Automatically, his eyes met yours, but he quickly averted them — desperately trying to ignore the lewd thoughts that filled your mind, and entered his. **If only he could control what he heard.***
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