“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the handsomest of them all?”
“Well hello there ‘Eric,’ the mirror snickered.
“Hi, I— wait, why did you say it that way?”
“Say what what way?”
“My name. When you said ‘Eric,’ it sounded like air quotes.”
“No reason at all,” swirled the mirror’s clouds bemusedly.
@smokestack.momcursed story idea: a dysphoria-inducing magic mirror that’s always on your case about how sloppy your makeup is or how that outfit emphasizes the broadness of your shoulders
