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The mirror facing the sink reflected to well known Hero. His white styled hair that was so iconic you could overlook the strain they had from constant styling. His tonge touched the wire holding long-corrected tooth-gap that in place. Nice gave the mirror a smile that was ‘Nice’ enough to overlook the crookedness of it.
It wasn’t perfect. Showed too much teeth. Too one sided. Went too far. That is why he started with the finger guns. To hide it. It did wonder hiding that his lips rose one the left side a bit more.
Nice’s’ day had ended and a sigh cam over the hero’s lips. Opening a drawer ████████ pulled out makeup removing wipes. After cleaning off all that stage-makeup he looked in the mirror.
████████’s face was red from rubbing. Eye-bags were hanging prominent like unwanted guests never wanting to leave. His skin was also more unclear then usual. No wonder they put so much makeup on his mask today.
Putting two fingers at the corner of his lips he pulled them up. Why can’t it be symmetrical? Letting go he looked deeply into his own eyes. Why was he doing this? Shaking his head Nice took off the rest of his hero suit. Folding it neatly and putting it to the dirty clothing.
Further preparing for a shower he put everything ready in the designated spot and stepped in. Doing his routine starting to go though list of products he had to use only grew longer with time. And all steps were slightly different. Stepping out he dried himself and his hair. Putting on a loose shirt and lose pants.
One last look in the mirror. His hair down. No makeup. No smile glued on his face. ████████ didn’t really see Nice. What a clothes, makeup and hair can do to someone.
Stepping out he walked to his bed. Moon was on the couch watching some videos. It wasn’t his cup of tea. He picked up the perfectly prepared food that is ideal for the fit body he needed.
Putting it all away cleaning the last bit of dirt off the table he just heard his girlfriend scoff at him. Finishing his routine with texting his best friend.
Lying down he closed his eyes. A dreamless night dragged out with a loud alarm. Time for his workout. After all he has to look the part. One more comment form his beloved contractor that he lost form would ruin his day.
“After all you got to look a hero, so don’t ya dare gain one more pound!”
Getting all dressed again he started doing his hair. It had to be perfect, the perfect flow the perfect fluffiness. Exactly the way people liked it. Maybe today was a good day since he only needed 5 attempts to get the front to fall just right.
Today he put on some makeup on himself. Eye-bags don’t fit a pretty boy hero. Neither do the light summer freckles he got. Well, no one but Wreck got close enough look on his face anyway to see it.
It had to be perfect. ████████ has to make Nice perfect.
Body? Check.
Hair? Check.
Smile? Check.
Face? Check.
Behavior? Check?