Yeah, yeah, okay, mom, ( hao teases through a laugh, but either way, he complies, fingers tightening into the towel where it meets itself at the base of his neck. koby definitely doesn't scare hao, but it's probably a good idea to listen to the person with his hair's very life in his hands.

for once, hao doesn't have much to say — he only watches as koby dutifully mixes the jello powder into the conditioner with the toothbrush, eyebrows raising as he sees the color it's starting to take. it's. really not that bad, all things considered. smelling like lemons and sugar is probably not the worst thing in the world, either — and is probably something some of the smellier people at the gym could take note of. )

If this turns out good, I think next time I'm gonna try to steal some bleach from the maids who work in the laundry room. Then I won't have to deal with my roots getting worse.

( it's the same thing, right? )

And anyway, I don't think I'm being dramatic. You'd be pretty pissed off if you woke up and your hair was, like, black or something, wouldn't you?