Chapter12

#Chapter12

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He looked fucking faboulous!

As a platter of uncontrollable giggles were served, escaping the confines of his mouth, leaking throughout the bathroom like a contagious plague, he felt truly elevated. Felt like he was floating ten feet off the floor.

Twirling, holding up the hand mirror in front of him so he could use it to see how the back of his head looked in the looking glass that mounted the wall, he drank in the hot pink mess that was now his head.

And Dayuuuum, he looked sexy.

/"Birdie,/" he whispered, almost dropping the mirror in his haste as he spun to face Raven, who had parked his ass on the closed lid of the loo, and was watching him with the sweetest dimpled grin to ever exist. Which was another thing. How in the fudgsicles could he and Angel be identical when he'd never seen sight nor sound of dimples in the moodier twin?