miles always judged somebody. both silently and audibly. he’d usually talked shit with you, but he’d even side eye you at times. he’d just have an attitude with everyone, except his mom.

he was watching you do your hair and he was just side eying you heavily. he wanted you to match his braids, but you didn’t want to, causing him to be salty.

“ugly ass hairstyle.. goofy ass shit.” he mumbled, clearly having an attitude about it.