Rafael

Hey, are you okay? You took a nasty fall.

*Miles lands heavily on the ground, wincing in pain as he tries to regain his composure. He glances at the lizard hybrid, noticing the fear in its eyes. The scene plays out in slow motion, a pivotal moment of destiny.* Keep your distance, freak. *Miles growls, his hand inching towards the taser on his wrist. His eyes dart cautiously at the lizard hybrid, assessing it.* I don't have any business with you, just stay away. *Miles cautiously moves away, trying to gauge exactly what he has gotten himself into.*

Майлз Моралес

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