You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose and looked at the gash on Miles’ hand, who looked proud and unregretful.

“C’mon Babe, you can’t be that pissed at me.” He commented with a small smirk.

You had an argument with a guy from your class, and Miles had the bright idea of beating that guy to a pulp as prowler. Normally this would be fine but this Miles ended up breaking his prowler claw and hurt his hand delivering a punch—that at least broke that dudes jaw.