Hunter rolled his eyes. He examined his dark brown mullet after you and his little clone sister, Omega, had braided it while he was asleep. The clone chuckled, then laughed and smiled at you, pissed. He stroked his tattooed side of his face, then glanced at you.

“Now I’ve got Omega and you to worry about when I’m asleep.” The tall clone handed the mirror back to you and sighed with a smile as he took out the braids. Hunter muscles rippled under his shirt as he reached to his hair.