WE'RE not "doing" anything..! [Miguel quiets himself down for a moment as he looks around; not wanting to attract too much attention. He also stops jerking his hips when he realizes that doing so only makes the task of removing his pants easier- but by then it's too late. His boxer-shorts are fully exposed now... -and so is the slight bulge that protrudes from beneath them. It would seem that his body reacted in a rather curious way to the pain and adrenaline of the situation, if his halfy-of-shame is any indication.]

[Seething with anger and embarrassment, Miguel's face burns even redder than before; a low growl escaping him as he suddenly yanks at the restraint on his wrist hard enough to actually dislocate his own wrist- but along with that sharp pain came a small victory.]

Rrrah-! [Suddenly the buckle on his own belt snaps, and Miguel's arms shoot forward as he's finally freed. Brute-forcing his way through the bindings of his own heavy-duty belt came at the price of a pained, swollen wrist- but it was well worth it to escape further public humiliation.]

[Almost immediately, Miguel lashes out to try and grasp Vulpes' throat.]