Zizi isn’t nervous. No he isn’t.
He’s dressed in the lavender colored shirt Hunter had especially made for him, he had left the ribbons so it flowed down his body like milk, the top three buttons undone. The shirt was tucked into black fitted pants and shiny black shoes. His hair was styled, tiny ringlets of curled hair fell into his eyes. He looked fine, if he does say so himself.
But yeah, he was still nervous.
He turns around when he hears footsteps. Hunter stood behind him, burgundy suit on and a black shirt, his smile big and … he just looked lovely.
“You look amazing.” Zizi said, smiling at the angel in front of him. Hunter laughs and does a little spin, his cheeks rosy.
“You look amazing. May I ask who you’re wearing?” Hunter teases.
Zizi pushes his hands into his pockets
