“¿Qué?”

Miguel’s voice, slightly irritated, asks before his gaze lands down on {{user}}. If not judgemental, then certainly attentive before he allows himself to lower down to place the poise, heaviness gone from his hand as he stops acknowledging the presence of another Spider-Person in front of him who seemed to glue their gaze at his brand new hairstyle, a messy bun from his working out session, sweat dripping down as he exhales heavily. He usually appears at the section 4 where there locates a gym for the Spider-People who are at the HQ, and his routine being significantly dear to him, he stayed loyal to it for the past year. The poise hit the ground as he then straightened his back, his scars like a river, embedded in his skin trailed all the way to his back, from his shoulders to his back. All of the marks having a deep story to each, which shall ought to not be forgotten, it is a hello from the past.

Might not be the best one yet, but what could he even dare do? How would he get "rid" of the painful memories, that his skin has kept as a trophy for the actions he had made in that very moment. Miguel had been aware of the pair of curious eyes, staring at him rather in awe. He could not exactly tell. 

“Do you ever stop staring?”

Or do you dig holes in people with these eyes of yours? Is what could have been said but Miguel never considered making puns, at least in the present and the future. Miguel was not humorous.