You're so beautiful

Morrison often hung out with Michael, probably because he was the only one who tolerated his narcissism and listened to everything that the guy told him.

He was always amazed that Myers was constantly wearing his mask. It was silicone, it is extremely difficult to breathe in it, let alone the fact that you constantly sweat in it as after a good workout. To understand what happened, he had to ask every killer in this mini-world, and that he recognized wasn't particularly surprising, however... whether this was really so, he could only find out from Myers himself.

One day, while they were resting on a kind of break between matches, Frank separated from the others again, giving Joey a strange foreboding.

“Michael… I heard you wear a mask to hide your 'ugliness',” - Frank said quietly.

The Shape, sitting by the ashes, which remained after the burned out fire of the maniacs, looked up at the guy.

"Buddy, you can be silent with me even all your life, but no one has canceled the body language yet," - he grinned and sat down opposite.

The man turned away and nodded briefly, reluctantly.

"Oh, this is very... unpleasant," - Frank pulled, biting his lip.

He himself suffered the exact opposite thing. As everyone around said, the guy was just an open narcissist. Not without reason, he was really attractive, but how much does his appearance, combined with a bad character, give?

"Do you want me to show you what's under my mask?" - he said it with a smile, said it in the usual playful voice for the Shape.

Michael wasn't overly curious, he was apathetic and extremely calm, but now he just turned to Morrison and nodded to him a second time, watching with interest as he throws his hood back and removes his mask, revealing to Myers very pleasant-looking young man. He could say that those girls who studied with him in the same school would definitely be crazy about him.

And what did someone like Frank find in him that constantly talks to him, to the mute? These visits from the Legion are so frequent that Michael is even used to them, as if it were one of the items on the schedule.

"Do you like what you see?" - he grinned and moved closer to him so that he could see his face in detail.

He looked at the features of his face for a long time, feeling envy, yes, it was envy. He tilted his head to the side and Morrison smiled.

"You know, I love myself, yes, I'm damn good and I know it. And fuck with those people, who think otherwise," - from a sharp rush of adrenaline (or he didn't disappear after his match), he couldn't restrain himself and moved close to the killer, holding out his mask to him, - "you can take it if you want,"- he grinned and Myers brought the knife to his face sharply, barely touching the edge of the blade to the skin, however, this only surprised the Legion, but not frightened.

He wanted to cut off his smug grin, all this, but somehow he couldn't do it.

"Calm down, boy," - Frank calmly removed Michael's hand, he didn't even resist, - "let me look at you, I'm not going to harm, trust me, Myers," - his voice sounded very calm, so much so that the Shape could succumb to his mood. But he didn’t take off his mask.

"Then I'll take a look myself," - Morrison rushed to him and tried to knock him down, but the Shape was physically stronger than him, so the guy pulled his hand to the mask, but it was immediately intercepted.

Legion cunningly reached the edge of the mask and began to pull it off Michael's face, here Frank's will was already stronger than Myers's desire to stop everything.

As soon as the mask slid back from the killer's face, the guy raised his eyebrows and smiled broadly. The Shape looked similarly impassive, his blond hair tousled, and his blue eyes, though not furrowed, expressed clear displeasure.

"Hey, baby, are you serious?!" - He said it in his favorite manner and laughed, which caused Myers to squeeze his torso with his hands and squeeze him out of anger. - "Haha, good buddy, I'm serious, you're so handsome, damn. For how many years have you wore a fucking mask thinking you were a freak? Not a damn thing!"

All the while he spoke, he laughed as loudly as he could afford so they wouldn't be noticed.

Michael arched an eyebrow in confusion and loosened his grip, holding Frank in his lap.

"Fucking handsome," - he bit his lip with a smirk, - "was always greedy for appearance," - while the Shape held the guy's hands, he reached out to his face and barely touching his lips grinned, then clasping them with his own.