[Hubert blinks. He's never minded the numerous things others said about his appearance—even encouraged some of those things to aid his reputation—but there's something about that scrutinizing squint that takes him off guard.]
Nico, I'm twenty-seven.
[Granted, he knew his sleeping habits did him no favors, the mirror told him that much, but... truly?]
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Nico, I'm twenty-seven.
[Granted, he knew his sleeping habits did him no favors, the mirror told him that much, but... truly?]