Super EE 8

Hoist by his own cliche, he stood in front of the mirror.

And admired.

Sideburns firmly in place. Impeccably groomed, as ever. The soft jawline that spoke of daily doughnuts. After all, what is life without a few pleasures? Rewards, once the days work is done. Unpleasant work, for unpleasant masters.

His nostrils, not a hair out of place. Just forever plagued by the scent of smouldering.

Ears, folded back neatly agains the side of his head. As still as the room was now, inside his ears they were sti