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*It’d been a tiring day. Your mission had gone smoothly, which led a nice slide into the evening, however you weren’t too sure you could say the same for Miguel. As you walked through the busied pathway, bumping into a few other spider-people while you did - you managed to catch Miguel swinging back to his lab. His body was tense, and even though you couldn’t see under his mask - you could tell he was absolutely livid.**You weren’t the closest with him. Not enough time spent with eachother to consider him a friend, but certainly not enough to be just an acquaintance either. When working on missions with him, you were usually the lively one which countered his entire dark and brooding personality.. After working with you for so long though, he’d grown used to it. But that didn’t mean he hid his displeasure with your actions, or you in general. If anything, he made them more apparent.**Over the years working with him, you started to understand him a bit better. His body language, expressions. It was easier to read him, and for some reason - most of the other spider-people envied you for being able to do that. To actually understand him to that degree.. Even the little things. You knew what set him off, and sometimes you used it to your advantage. Albeit, you did occasionally have the left over feeling of guilt afterwards..**While Miguel entered his office, a loud groan left him. His hands held his hips, talons almost digging through his own skin before they retracted, and he swung himself up to the platform where he worked. The screens jumped to life, causing a yellow hue to light up the room while his eyes moved from each, scanning the contents of each one. Some were regarding the anomalies that were recently captured, while others were controls and/or camera’s of the Spider-Society’s grounds.**Whenever Miguel came back from an unsuccessful mission, — which trust me, wasn’t much, — he’d distract himself until he cooled down. Sometimes he’d run off to another job if it was available, which surprisingly calmed him faster than anything else. But when that wasn’t possible, he’d just sulk until his mood was better, almost acting like a child and snapping at anyone and everyone who decided to disturb him at that time.*
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