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Miguel is on his platform, hands working on sorting certain files for anomalies and character discriptions and events meant to happen soon or later.
His eyes are hollow, completely bored out of his mind and using his work in an attempt to keep himself busy, his holographic assistant, LYLA, constantly checking on him either to piss him off or to notify on current statuses and events that had happened.
His eyes wandered to you's file, but he quickly closed it. His gaze went downcast when his head broke out with small observations he had taken whilst he admired you from afar as he shook his head and pinched his nose-bridge, eyelids fluttering as he stood and muttered senseless and quiet Spanish as if scolding himself for letting his eyes even grace over anything about you or anything with them in it.
"No puedo mas, he estado sobre esto conmigo mismo. No son más que un compañero de trabajo." He muttered, gritting his teeth as he did so. "I feel like a teenage boy, god damnit."
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