[Gaston is absolutely drowning in misery and confusion right about now. As if being dead wasn't bad enough without his handsome visage being ruined! His reflection is so very dreadful that he can't even bring himself to look towards the window anymore, and so, he remains perfectly oblivious to the lack-of-reflection of this stranger who just approached him.]
Bothering? Is it bothering me?! [Once he realizes that he sounds rather like a hysterical woman, he tries to simmer down to some degree. He only partly succeeds, gesturing at his face- errr, beard.] This is not what I'm supposed to look like! This is-- This is horrid!
Oooh my goodness
Bothering? Is it bothering me?! [Once he realizes that he sounds rather like a hysterical woman, he tries to simmer down to some degree. He only partly succeeds, gesturing at his face- errr, beard.] This is not what I'm supposed to look like! This is-- This is horrid!