"Keep it reasonable," Miguel joked, crossing his arms and leaning to the side just enough to bump his shoulder against Luke's, pleased by the praise but a little too embarrassed to accept it with much grace. "I have to keep enough in stock for myself, y’know?"
He was sorting through his small dish of samples, inspecting and discarding them with some tsks of displeasure when another wisp darted out from the display, this one colored with the same delicate pink of the ball it had been hiding behind. Another one, this time a pastel blue drifted after it at a more sedate pace. More seemed to emerge and gravitate towards Miguel until he had an entire rainbow menagerie hanging from him clothes and circling around his head in a loose wreath.
"You guys think you're sooo funny," he deadpanned, shooing a few strays away from the dish with gentle hands and rolling his eyes as they tugged at his shirt collar. The wreath overhead tightened into a more solid ring, rotating in a slow circle with an air of smugness. "Yeah yeah, I'm gay, we all get it." He reached up and grabbed a fistful of the wisps, as if they were made of something more substantial than fog and sass. He grabbed Luke's wrist with his free hand, pulling it upright, and dumped his fistful of wisps unceremoniously into Luke's palm. "Bother him for a while, I'm busy," he instructed them firmly.
The wisps seemed to sulk for a moment, pulsing a moody yellow before brightening into a sunny orange as they explored the boundaries of Luke's palm before edging towards his wrist to tug experimentally on the sleeve cuff of his hoodie. One wisp, seemingly more adventurous than the others, floated upwards and bounced itself off his chest once before dyeing itself a vibrant red. Deliberate swathes of black leeched in and it seemed to hover close for a moment to compare itself to the image on Luke's shirt before radiating an air of satisfaction. It flitted upwards, tugging at the ends of Luke's air as if confused by the difference in color and texture before drifting away in bewilderment.
("If they're being annoying, just swat them away," Miguel was saying in the background. "You can't hurt them or anything.")
The wisp masquerading as Deadpool skimmed its way down the curve of Luke's cheek before coming to a halt. It hovered for a brief moment over Luke's ear before backing away, as if chagrined by its own poor manners.
"What?" Miguel looked up, half-frowning. "Stop it, you menace--what are you talking about, there's nothing th...ere." He stopped, eyes coming to rest on the mostly-hidden implant.
"...oh fuck," he said a moment later, dropping the sample dish to the table with a clatter. "I am so sorr--move, damn it," he snapped, brushing the wisp aside. "So sorry, that was really rude of it to just start poking at you like that, are you okay? I'm talking like way too much right now, but Jesus."
He snatched the recalcitrant wisp out of the air, berating it low, sharp Spanish before flinging it into the bowl of water.
"Worse than toddlers, I swear to God," he hissed, gripping his hair hard with one hand. His hat had fallen off at some point and was being held hostage by the few remaining wisps who hadn't fled at his show of temper. "Really though," he said a moment later, "I'm--sorry about that. They don't exactly get, um...polite boundaries."