"Ask me who I'm wearing," Nathan said while soothing a hand over his suit.
I raised an eyebrow, "I know who the fuck you're wearing you dipshit."
Nathan scoffed and looked through the mirror back at me, "Gabriel just ask who I'm wearing."
With a lot of patience, "Who are you wearing?" I'm not ashamed of the sarcasm. Not one bit.
"I'm wearing the human who's name use to be Nathan," he said and continued to make weird faces accompanied by the noises.
I rolled my eyes, "You're wearing Armani now shut up so I can find the shoes, fucker."
