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     Anthony’s new haircut was working wonders for him, they usually do. This time it was a little different, or so it will seem to the unsuspecting barbershop patrons. Anthony Josef Michell, Detones to his friends, stood at an average height, weighed an average weight, carried an average build, possessed below average eyesight and was cursed. With astronomically exceeding average attractiveness. He left the barber, well, me more glided with the grace of a million gilded house cats, but that’s just how you move when you move when you’re perfect and beautiful. We’ll talk about that later. What happened immediately after Deftones spun on one heel slipping through the closing door with his freshly clipped, perfectly feathered, captivating hair bouncing off of his gentle tan and paprika sprinkled kissable forehead is more important.

An angel fell from the sky.

     As soon as the door whispered shut exhaling just enough air to blow his downy brown, an angel fell from the sky. Adjusting his thick rimmed glasses he took the whole sight in. This time, for once the angel wasn't his mirror, this time the angel wasn't a Dwarven wizard weilding two magic hammers. Also, usually visible from his mirror. This time, for the first time in young Anthony Josef Michell's life, then angel was a real fallen angel.

     She landed as plummeting divine figures do. In a shroud of blinding white flames. And gently. Always confusing, considering the ground which they touch down upon is immediately ripped asunder in an auditorially confounding, silently ear splitting, and calming explosion. The debris, missing [----] by inches, but striking Deftones squarely in the chest knocking him onto his shapely behind without forcing half of himself to fall to the ground. [----] knew this was an honest to god angel, and just not an honest to god apparition, like angels tend to be, because he could hear his inner monologue horrifically echoed into his own head whenever he looked into the angel's beautiful beautiful solid gray eyes. 

     Her eyes repeated what he already thought. "She knows that I'm straddling two distinct planes in two equally sexy yet separate bodies."

"She knows I'm human yet simultaneously a dwarf."

"She knows I think she's intensely beautiful."

"She knows I might just be in love."

Deftones blushed hearing her iron gray pools sceraming that last one back into his head. The barber shop wondered why that graceful beautiful man suddenly fell on his supple ass. [----] stood proudly, however, raising one of his precious hammers and casting a charm that dissipated the particularly distracting effects of having his every thought mangled and psychically hurled back at him. The angel heard him ask why she descended into his world, while the barber shop inside watched Defteones mumble something sounding like a terrible pickup line, and then proving that nobody would be that beautiful and existing on Earth by literally fading out of existence (as they knew it) just after grabbing a gorgeous passerby and kissing her deeply.