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Miles wiped his forehead with his monogrammed towel, feeling the coarse golden thread that spelled MM scratch his skin. He had just finished today’s workout, which consisted of him trying to fly through the parkour course and beat the record time at the Spider Society. (It was 2:08 minutes for 3 miles of pure parkour. Pavitr had set that record; the boy could dart around like a jumping spider. Miles had made it up to 4:17.)
“What’re y’all looking at over here?” He asked, walking up behind Hobie and Pavitr. Their earbuds, each in their color, hung around their necks.
They were staring at Miguel doing his workouts, bright red earbuds in his ears and doing reps with what looked like a giant metal disc, pumping it up and down without even breaking a sweat.
“Big man’s not listenin’ to anything.” Hobie said, mesmerized by the smooth movement of Miguel’s arm.
“What—?” Miles began, before his eyes were drawn to the bright red earbuds. No, not earbuds.
“Y—you mean those are…” He asked, his eyes wide and scared.
“Yup,” Pavitr said, popping the ‘p’. “Earplugs. I checked.”
“You checked—?”
“Pavitr here walked up to Miguel and—” Hobie began, his eyes still following Miguel’s arm.
“—and I took an earplug out and put it near my ear to hear what kind of music Miguel listens to, but it turns out he doesn’t listen to music.” Pavitr finished, shaking his head in disappointment. Miles blinked.
"And...Miguel didn't kill you for that?"
Pavitr shrugged before looking back and Miguel and shuddering, Miles and Hobie following suit.
The three boys slowly backed away.
“Absolutely twisted.” Hobie whispered, throwing his arm over Pavitr’s and Miles’ shoulders and steering them back to the parkour course.
Miguel’s eyes flicked up as the boys quickly walked away. He smiled, his eyes softening.
They’re growing on me.