Armstrong was busying himself with his morning practice of flexing manfully in front of the mirror to examine that all his muscles were still in good working shape when the mirror moved differently from his own motions.

In fact, he saw when he thought to pay attention, that wasn't a mirror at all; it was a doorway, and he was looking back at himself with, apparently, a coy expression.

Armstrong2 smirked - or seemed to be smirking; even Armstrong couldn't tell his own facial expression under that moustache half the time. He thought, not for the first time, of just shaving it off, but as always, a strange voice came into his head and threatened to kill his firstborn child if he did. He didn't have a firstborn child yet, but he figured it wasn't worth the risk.

But, yes, Armstrong2, Armstrong reminded himself. That was odd. Even more odd as Armstrong2... sauntered up to him, then cooed and ran a hand over Armstrong's own chest.

"My," Armstrong2 rumbled. "This is a fine, fine body, and I'd love to have it."

Armstrong considered carefully, then punched the imposter in the face and went to breakfast.

Behind him, there was a flash of light and Envy cursed, clutching his jaw. "Fuck!" he hissed. "What does a sin have to DO around here to get some red hot gym queen action?!"