"Shaia… how do I look?" I asked out loud as I looked at the impossibly dashing figure staring back at me through the mirror.
"You know, people often ask this in need of honest feedback, but you, you just want me to feed your ego, don't you?"
"What do you expect from a man too stuck up in his own vanity?" Sana.
"You know? I'm honestly not sure I like the fact that I've got two people speaking in my head now." I shook my head, already tired before even getting out the door.
Here I was, getting ready for a date, and these two ladies had decided to make me their target of aggression.
"Not aggression, my love, call it a reality check instead." Shaia.
"Nope. Mine is definitely purely aggression. The bastard deserves it." Sana.
"You two should stop being rude to Husband." Finally, a reasonable voice. "You look dashing, Husband, just like always."
"Why, thank you, Terra. At least SOMEONE is sensible here," I replied without an ounce of exaggeration.
