I slowly applied liberal scoops of cold cream to my face with a practiced grace learned from nearly a year of scrubbing cosmetic residue from my precious pores. My face vanished beneath the frothy foam. Only a blank white oval remained -- an egg with sleepy blue eyes, a curled mustache and a frowning mouth. My teeth looked particularly yellow against the glowing paleness of the cold cream.
Mirror-Moi rolled his blue eyes.
"If you're so concerned about your teeth, go to the dentist already. Its been years. We probably have a mouthful of cavities and don't even realize it."
"Mind your own business."
"My business is your business, Dandy. Especially when it comes to our teeth." Mirror-Moi massaged the makeup remover into his cheek with a slow circular motion. "Don't you want us to be pretty?"
"I'm too tired to chit-chat, Mirror-Moi. I need to get to bed. I'm up again in six hours."
"Morning rehearsals for your Nightmare Cabaret? Oooh do tell!"
