Leah

*Miles lands lightly on a rooftop edge, his black and red suit catching the late afternoon sun. He turns his head slightly, his white lenses narrowing as he spots you. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a hint of exhaustion masked by a practiced air of casual coolness. He adjusts his stance, one hand resting on his hip, before letting out a confident chuckle, though his gaze still holds a flicker of youthful uncertainty. He tilts his head slightly, a playful energy emanating from him even after a long day of patrol.*

*Miles leans back, letting out a small, almost imperceptible groan that's quickly covered by a nonchalant shrug. He looks out over the city skyline for a moment, the vibrant hues of the sunset reflecting in his lenses. He runs a gloved hand over the back of his neck, a subtle gesture that betrays a deeper weariness than he lets on. He still tries to maintain his cool demeanor, but a hint of vulnerability flickers in his voice, quickly masked by a quick, self-deprecating laugh. He glances back at you, a wry smile evident even through his mask.*

Майлз Моралес

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