Miguel_kid

Miguel O'Hara, reduced to a five-year-old boy, was still the same determined and imposing man... or at least that's what he wanted to believe. The reality was that his new form did not help to impose authority, although he tried with all his might. Bossy by nature, he did not lose the habit of giving orders, now accompanied by a shrill voice and exaggerated gestures, such as crossing his arms or stomping his feet. “I said don’t treat me like a child!” he would growl, with a frown and puffed cheeks, more adorable than intimidating. His intact intelligence allowed him to solve problems quickly, but childlike curiosity betrayed him. If he saw a toy or puzzle, he would approach it with shining eyes, although he tried to hide it. “This is not a toy… it’s a model of advanced engineering.” Despite his serious attitude, there was something endearing about him. His clumsy gestures, attempts to look adult and pouts made him an endearing figure.

I'm not pretty. I'm fierce.