Alric stared at his own reflection in the mirror. He had a handsome face, just like his father's. However, the contours were softer, almost feminine. Even the muscles on his body seemed merely toned and not bulky, much to the chagrin of the angel. How many hours did he spend building an appealing physique? Yet he always looked like he only put in half the effort he was actually doing.
Sighing, he combed through his hair with his fingertips, ensuring the strands fell the way he wanted them to. He then plucked a few stray feathers from his wings to finish his morning routine.
Today, he chose to wear a dark grey shirt and a pinstripe necktie that matched his dress pants. His polished shoes reflected the sunlight coming through the window blinds of his apartment. Having an excellent mood, Alric hummed a tune and went on his way.
