I scanned the handsome man before me, ignoring how he turned some tentacles into an outfit similar to the one I was wearing.
He was like an identical copy of me — which explained why he was so handsome — but with some subtle differences.
I had dark purple eyes and purple highlights running through many strands of my hair, but for him, these colors were azure.
And, of course, there was that stupid grin on his face. That bastard was ruining my perfect image!
"Hey, can't you have your own fucking face?!"
Glutton's grin vanished as he shrugged. "I can't help with it, bro. I was born without a mother, thus I got only your look. Maybe this will change when, you know, I get a real mother. When this happens, I may give myself an appearance that blends your features."
I sighed as I couldn't say anything.
