[ Don't be a baby. Which he'd say if autopilot didn't kick in. One hand pinches the bridge of Alex's nose, pulling his head forward just enough to help the blood run down his face. It's a picture straight out of a medical text. There's a glance up at the mirror Alex is on, endless reflections bouncing back and forth showing only two bodies.
Is he nuts? Yes. Alex went nuts. The actually eldritch reflection changes colors, sunrise to sunset, somehow getting across the boundless love a really tired uncle has for their obnoxious short-sighted nephews. ] A mirror, dumbass. Don't tilt your head back.
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Is he nuts? Yes. Alex went nuts. The actually eldritch reflection changes colors, sunrise to sunset, somehow getting across the boundless love a really tired uncle has for their obnoxious short-sighted nephews. ] A mirror, dumbass. Don't tilt your head back.