He gazed into the reflections in the mirror. Two tall frames, although the elder of the two stood several centimeters over the younger. Both were lithe and clothed in elegantly tailored couture. Their eyes were different shades, but the familial resemblance was obvious.
The younger focused on the elder's lips. They were smooth, rosy, and full. They looked soft. His own were chapped and pale. "Brother-" he started.
The sound of dialing. "Haa-san? You should see Yuki! He looks just like the little sister I always wanted in the new dress I made him! Of course his hair's so short..."