Yeah, he wasn't too far off with that either. His whole body and appearance gave away a lot of hardship and that edgy gang shit he initially thought he was part of. When Vlad didn't even outright deny it and laid the groundwork that it was more there was a sparkle to Miles's eyes. Yeah, Vladimir wasn't the guy you'd bring home to your parents, but fuck, if he wasn't 'cool' anyways. Though, the things he laid out for him that he's dabbled with made that brightness dim a little, just in thought, it didn't take an excessive amount of time for Miles to bounce back either. "It's pretty shitty, what you do." He started, his morals were clashing indefinitely, but deep down Miles knew he wasn't a good person either.

Not to the level of Vladimir by any means, but with this new world they were in the rules and former luxuries they were subject to whether good or bad needed to be rewritten. "I'm also not here to fix you, but I know for a fact there are going to be worse people than you here." Miles places his hand on the other's forearm, looking up at him so their eyes both met. Despite the initial easily made assumption that Vladimir had made of him, there was a brief glint of seriousness in his eyes.

"Don't make me regret telling you. I'm not here to condone or slide my morals around." With his eyes trained on the male above him, he continues: "We just met sure, but I'm looking for someone that can protect me if I need it. I'm fine on my own, but I pissed off someone important, so I'm covering my bases here." He scoffs and looks away, just in time for a message to pop up on his HUD.

Popping it back up, the entire thing glitches out horribly, text in red cascading downwards until it fixes itself and a 'LEVEL UP' and rewards was presented. As soon as they are accepted, a knife pops up sheathed on his hip and a glittering diamond tiara on the top of his head.
It takes him manually taking off the thing to huff. "That bitch..." Miles spats, putting it back on with a gruff little sigh. "Listen, Vlad, you're on a trial run, so don't fuck it up and I might want to stick around, got it?" He knows he looks fucking ridiculous being semi-serious with a tiara on but to hell with it.

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."

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?"