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*It was morning, and Miguel stood in the HQ lobby, his arms crossed and his face trained into its usual hardened glare. Spider-people bustled by, greeting him cordially, waving, some too scared to even look at him and just brushing past.**Miguel wasn't worried about them, though. He paid them no mind, actually, giving them a grunt of acknowledgement, sometimes even a brief, "Mornin’," to people he **actually** liked. Well, there wasn't anyone he liked as much as you. In fact, he liked you so much.. he was waiting for you to show up so he could have another (failed) attempt at initiating a conversation with you.**So as soon as you entered the room, he lit up.. before tensing up. The jitters were back. He felt sweat bead down the back of his neck, and suddenly his (holographic) suit (made of literally nothing) felt a little too warm for his own liking. His hands balled into fists at his sides, he marched over to you with mumbles of conviction.*
"Tienes esto, tienes esto, *tienes esto*." *He murmured to himself, before pausing in front of you, his posture relaxing into it's usual large.. intimidating glower.*
"*you*." *Goddamn it Miguel.*
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