Maybe Miles should have kept that information to himself or maybe deep down, he just yearned to be recognized and given attention just like in the real world. Who knows what people would do when the rest find out he's 'unique' and he certainly didn't know the guy in front of him well enough to figure out how he'd be now or in the future. Should be a red flag with how he manhandles him already, but Miles skirted around and danced with danger all the time much to his detriment if it came to it. He was twenty-one and it showed. Just like the other time, the taller man took the bait and grabbed him yet again, but it wasn't without some form of surprise when he was pressed into his frame and held there with two very strong arms.

Quite stunningly, Miles was quiet and flushed from cheeks to ears. The guy was incredibly warm to begin with, and he had the last remnants of cologne to his clothes that made Miles take in a deep breath to register it in his mind. Smells really good...the kind of scent that someone of maturity would wear on the daily. He realizes in a snap thought that he probably was melting like butter, easily coaxed by masculinity and possibly toxic intentions. It takes him an age to actually try and pull himself away, but the guy had other plans and with an arm around his slim waist he directs him the opposite way he was originally intending on going.

Miles, finally regaining enough of himself to reply, scoffs: "I'm an avid shopper so I'll find something useful eventually." He retorts, though his mind is lingering on the frustratingly attractive nickname he gave him. Ugh, oh well, he's just going to bask in the glory of having this guy's arm around his waist and his attention for a little while. That's healthy, right? "What, you got a shopping list?" He cranes his neck to look up at him, though his hand shoots for his forearm as its carefully loosened from his waist.

"Miles, and I didn't say you could let go of me or anything." Not that his overall strength could force him to, but he tried lightly yanking it back around him with a smug, satisfied little smile on his face.

"Okay, what are you looking for?"

"That's because you gorilla handled me, so of course not. This is on my terms." He explains, almost snorting again with having to explain. Of course that was the reason, who wanted to be flung around without giving express consent? Now that they were out in the open again, Miles quietly listened to what his explanations were of supplies. Pretty standard stuff, though the talk of weapons caught his attention as well. "To be honest, I don't think I'll need a weapon with the way my class works. So, if I actually do choose to stick around with you, you don't need to worry about me." He nods to himself, looking quite pleased.

For the moment, he looks this way and that until he spots what looks to be a general store. "Why not check out that store first?" Miles tugs on the other a little, but even with his arm around him Miles is taking the initiative to move towards the store by himself if needed. Had Miles something more established, he'd be looking out for himself purely but he had nothing and no group of his own. While he was always first priority, he'd be safe with others.

Two men looking to satiate what they need from the other? Sounds familiar.

Gentler my ass, was his first thought. While the prospect of a next time was nice and all, the fact there was any at all caused Miles to scowl up at him. While Vlad's base assumptions weren't exactly correct - and Miles would feel irritated by it - he'd still feel the urge to correct him nonetheless. But how though? Miles stops after a few steps, staring ahead of him and then letting his mind drift to the tutorial again. It wasn't set in a place that was normal, and he remembers that admin explaining that this was a test server and he wasn't meant to be here.
Their vehement desire to delete him and write the wrongs stuck with him ever since it was uttered. It's not like he did anything wrong per se circumstances just gave him something even this 'administrator' wasn't expecting. "You know that weird 'Earth-chan'? It hates my guts because of it." While he'd love to say that he found it funny, and he did, but it was also worrying. That freak would be trying everything in its arsenal to get under his skin and see to that deletion probably.
He wasn't meant to exist this way.
Still...
"Well, I got you for that, right? I bet your class is mad beefy, yeah?" When both are at the general store, an HUD appears with a list of items to choose from. This was more Miles speed, already feeling that rush of serotonin filling his body. "They have a sale on home items today it looks like. Probably some kinda home warming gift since we're stuck here." He gestures for Vlad to take a look and crosses his arms. "Your house, your call."