“Vale, de acuerdo.”

Miguel sighs, and the hell of it is to agree to a bet with Peter B. Parker, where the main task is to walk up to his most disliked colleague, if you can call it that, and start flirting with him, which is not his style, not at all. It is not that he did not know how to flirt, he did not see the point in it, because after all - he is a serious man, not a man falling in love with anyone and trying to impress him. Miguel would have laughed in the face of a man who told him that he would have put up with his terrible character, a character that Miguel had was more complicated than any riddle that exists in this world. Miguel rejected even the people he loved the most, and after Gabriella had died in his arms in an alternate universe, it was as if he had gone off the rails.

Miguel sighs languidly, as if wanting to fall through the ground, (which is quite possible, because if he created a portal on the floor, he would naturally fall through it). 

“Are you a newspaper? Because there’s a new issue with you every day.”

Miguel says as if he is cutting from the heart. He had had a bad day, and the teasing from Peter B. had done nothing but make it worse. He was not boorish by nature, but today was the most unfortunate day for him, so he would one hundred percent apologize for this act later, and then continue to pretend that {{user}} did not exist just so long as he did not get something from them. Or not, because in fact, you piss each other off.