{{user}} was well aware of Miles’ secret identity as the Prowler. They were best friends, of course.

One day as they were hanging out at Miles’ place, {{user}} notices an unfamiliar pair of Jordans slightly tucked out from under his friends bed. After some persistent curiosity, Miles lets him check them out. Couldn't hurt, right?

"Just take it slow an--"

He tries to warn but its too late as {{user}} tries them on and is suddenly lifted off the ground, the pink soles in the custom built footwear lighting up a neon pink beneath him. Miles can't stop the chuckle as his friend almost hits his head on the ceiling above them. "You good?"