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“I guess that’s what happens when you sleep in.” Iris shrugged her shoulders. “Here.” Iris popped a mirror from her pocket, handing it over to him, laughing lightly to herself. 

He took the mirror from her grasp, unclasped it and opened it to view his features. A groan left his lips, his hand moving to pat down the stray hairs on his head. “Realistically, there’s nothing much I can do to save this.” He said, signalling at himself.

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James shrugged, a chuckle leaving his lips. He was very aware that comparing anyone’s hair to his own was an insult at best. “I’ve been trying to ride that one for years, mate. I would quit while you’re ahead.”

“I mean, it’s worth a try? I’ve never used the excuse before so maybe it’ll work for me.” He laughed, shaking his head.

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“I feel that but, you could have at least chosen a shirt that wasn’t creased, or combed your hair - anything!” Iris chuckled, teasing the male.

“I mean, I didn’t really have the time to do that--- or anything for that matter.” He sighed, ruffling his hair into place, as best he could. 

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“I can tell. Your hair looks almost as bad as mine on a good day.” James laughed lightly. 

“I’m actually quite offended by that statement.” He laughed, shaking his head, “My alarm didn’t go off, not my fault really.”