"Yeah..." Miguel grabbed the chopsticks but instead of paying attention to the food, he shifted and wrapped his arms around Felicia's waist. "Hi, baby... Thank you for ordering food. I love you."

"I'll take whatever there's left, don't worry..." ... He's not moving an inch. "Or not, it's okay if you want to finish it. I just wanted to be back already."

«M, how copy?» «M?» «Miguel.» «¡Puta madre, Miguel, responde!»

There's… fresh blood. He can hear it. Dripping. Its scent is dangerously close. And he knows exactly where he needs to go to find it.

He's been guiding the Spiders towards the places he's seen red. The scent is unmistakable. There are no mortal victims so far.

"Don't worry. I'll track your terminal."

“I am fire and life incarnate.” Cr: rycx

"Then let's go, they surely appreciate some help."

"Anyone harmed by this phenomenon?"

Because of course, we didn't have enough trouble as it is.

... "Give me a moment..." Thought comms again. «Wey, ¿qué dijo de la ciudad?» ... «¿¡Cómo no sabes cabrón!? Te pedí que estuvieras atento mientras trabajaba. Su perra madre, averigua que pasó, anda.» 𝘈𝘩𝘦𝘮. "We are working on it. Do you have any more details?"

"Gwen, good to see you". See you interfering in the comms channel.

«Estoy en ello.»

«Alto y claro.»

—;

Back to work.

Holding both hands back, reaching for hers.

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... "I'm going to the shower then I'll make dinner". Presses a kiss on his fiancée's forehead.

Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad.

He's been working out for a couple of hours.

"What sweet treat are you craving?" Hands her a mug filled with warm coffee.

He already had a treat this morning, so he's fine for now.

"Craving… what?"

// baby, are you alright?

Waking @flisshardy.bsky.social up with soft kisses, hands fondling her hips, her thighs...

🕸️ One of my all time fav couples actually.

// they love each other so much, and they hate people so much together

"Oh, god, if I told you how many times I think of locking them up in the closet with all the cleaning supplies and leave them there until I'm done working just to not be interrupted five times in ten minutes…" His hands are resting on her waist. Muscle memory.

Adoringly staring at her for a moment. "...You are the love of my life, I hope you know that. And, YES, fucking hell, everyone tells me I'm too grumpy, 'why are you always angry?' I wouldn't be angry if they were less stupid!" . . . Ahem. "Sorry... What I mean is that I understand you."

"No, yeah, I think it's very therapeutic. Please don't do it for real. But… why are you frustrated? Did something happen, reina?"

"Uhm, sure, why not?" ... "Also, why?"

Staring at that ketchup-dripping atrocity. "No, thank you, I'm not hungry." He's tempted to close the window again, but he won't. He just returns to his desk. "Any other news aside from the grisly murder of a hotdog?"

... "Puta madre, es que lo hicieron pendejo..." Grumbling in spanish as he opens the widow. "What."

"Well, I'm feeling better and I could use some fresh air. Maybe we could go for a walk".

There's a door.

Puts the book down and looks at her right over his glasses.

He's been reading for the past three hours. Nothing related to work but one of the books he was looking forward to reading and were left sitting on the shelf for god knows how long.

It only took a shower to help Miguel feel more like himself again. He didn't bother shaving the three-day old beard, and the morning light forced him to wear his glasses. He looked like a proper philosophy professor. He still felt cold, not much, just enough to cause him to hold a shiver back +

// I'm sorry I'm showing up so sporadically, I'm still sick and by the looks of it, it's gonna take a bit longer for me to recover.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired. Can we discuss it tomorrow?"

... I'm going back to bed.

Reina... You... You are joking, right?

Wait- Does he have a fever again? Is that Ben?

Awake but at what cost.

// i wanted to stay for a while but I'm still feeling like shit