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“Okay. Sure. I’ll, uh…” What was I doing?
Right then, a saleswoman came by with some hangers in her hand. “Oh hey! How are things going over—” She glanced into the dressing room, did a double take, then looked around. “Oh, did your friend leave?”
“My…” I gestured at Cory. “I’m here with him.”
She blinked. “But… I heard you talking to someone in…” She pointed at the dressing room.
Oh. Fuck. Uh…
“He was just FaceTiming one of our friends.” Cory huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. “Apparentlymyinput isn’t sufficient.”
Good save, my friend. Good save.
“Oh.” The saleswoman smiled. “That makes sense. Can I take anything out of there for you?”
“No, that’s fine. I still need to try most of it.”
“Okay! Just let me know if you need any help!”
If she only knew that I probably had more help than I could ever need. Certainly more help than I could ever want.
And the second I’d closed the dressing room door again, they were back.
“So, we’re in agreement?” Raziel said. “A keeper?”
Andras groaned, lounging on my shoulder like an afterimage of Cory. “We’re not in agreement. Sluttier!”
I rolled my eyes. “Would you two…” I gestured at the clothing rack, which was where they perched whenever I was changing. Technically, I could pull a shirt on or off without dislodging either of them. I still wasn’t sure how that worked. Celestial beings had some strange physical properties, after all. I could peel off a shirt without so much as ruffling a feather, but I could dislodge them with a well-placed smack or a drop of my shoulder.
Whatever the case, I’d asked them to park their asses over there while I was changing clothes. I could grudgingly accept them being in here with me, but I didn’t need them literally sitting on my bare shoulders while I was getting dressed. That was just too weird.
Right. As if theUSS Too Fucking Weirdhadn’t sailed alongtime ago.
With a sigh, I took off the green Henley.
“There, see?” Andras motioned at me. “Slutty!”
I froze, then looked down at myself. Rolling my eyes again, I muttered, “I’m not going out shirtless to pick up guys.”
“Fine.” He crossed his arms. “Don’t whinge at me when you’ve got blue balls again.”
I threw the Henley at him, earning me a satisfying squawk as he tumbled off the rack and onto the hangers below.
“Ah, piss off, you fucking tadger!” There was some rattling of hangers. Then he flew up to the rack again, sat down and glared at me.
A few inches away, Raziel smothered a laugh. Andras rolled his eyes and flipped him off. When I snickered, he aimed the gesture at me.
Still chuckling, I picked up the Henley, put it on the hanger, and then looked through the other options I’d brought in here. It was a lot, too—I was seriously starting to regret letting Andras and Raziel know about the notepad function on my smartphone. They’d made me a list, and probably a third of that list—the most I could bring into the dressing room at one time—had come in here with me. Several things had already gone back out, having been vetoed by Cory, me, or both.
I had yet to find anything both Andras and Raziel agreed on, whether as a yea or a nay, and I was starting to think I never would. Because Jesus Christ, these two had seriously opposing tastes. Raziel liked dignified and even formal, with perfect lines and muted colors (aside from the purple he’d paired with that white suit monstrosity). Andras preferred things louder—brighter colors, higher contrast, and of course, more skin showing. I was almost afraid to find out what disaster of an outfit would get both of their approvals.
A quiet knock startled me.
“I’ve got some shirts,” Cory called through the door. “These colors might work.”
Without thinking about it, I opened the door. There was that subtle crackle on the air, like a zip of static electricity, letting me know Andras and Raziel had vacated.
Or maybe that was my brain skidding to a halt because of the little hitch in Cory’s breath. Unless I’d imagined that? Along with that down-up that didn’t seem to be anything like when he was appraising a new outfit choice. Especially when it lingered for half a heartbeat in the vicinity of my belt.
