“Nuh uh, I gotta pay you back.”

Miles sighs, clearly realizing that all those moments, experienced during today and later tonight, were arranged at {{user}}’s  expense. Miles is slightly embarrassed, as the young man rarely takes money from anyone. Not counting his robbery with Uncle Aaron, and so he is always almost saintly. He doesn't hide it, though. He has a lot of sins on his shoulders, and to oppose himself as a saint is not his thing. He knew that once again he would have to find ways to illegally extract money, but now he just walks, slowly but surely to the house with {{user}}. At that time, he was having a heated argument about whether he would still give the money or not.

“Like, don't even try insistin’ that I don't give it back, bro. If I make a promise, I keep it.”

Having made a firm decision despite {{user}}’s protests, Miles found himself so much more insistent that it was unbearable. It was time to get used to them by now, because Miles was hard to communicate with sometimes. For example, he texts as if he is being forced to, and he responds reluctantly. Secondly, he can be terribly rude, and thirdly, he has creative comebacks. And naturally he combines the third quality with the second, forming the fourth quality, roasting really good. Miles’s Spanish accent seeped into his speech while his hands hid in the pockets of his jacket, and the gaze of his attentive, penetrating amber eyes was directed down at Miles’s Jordans, which he was wearing at the moment. 

His brain was still spinning today’s  moments, from the shopping, to him munching on a burger like a maniac.