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wishfuldearborn¡:
âI guess thatâs what happens when you sleep in.â Iris shrugged her shoulders. âHere.â Iris popped a mirror from her pocket, handing it over to him, laughing lightly to herself.Â
He took the mirror from her grasp, unclasped it and opened it to view his features. A groan left his lips, his hand moving to pat down the stray hairs on his head. âRealistically, thereâs nothing much I can do to save this.â He said, signalling at himself.















