[Koby makes a quiet, disgruntled sound at the mention of the bleach, stirring the powder a couple more times to make sure it isn’t grainy.] I don’t think that’s the same sort of bleach at all. You could end up bald, using that on your head. [Fuss, fuss, fuss.]
Here, lean like – [He steps forward, one hand reaching to tip Hao’s chin upwards, then tilt his head to one side so the first of the vividly-hued goo can be brushed onto his hair, slowly, from roots to ends. Multiple grainy videos had taught him that much, and the rest seems self-explanatory – put the stuff on, cover with the (dumb) plastic shower cap, let it sit for a while, rinse. Should be foolproof.] At least if this stuff doesn’t work, you’ll only have to deal with smelling like a dessert for a while.
[There’s a little huff of amusement, as Koby works his way along the roots of Hao’s hair, meticulously, gently, so focused he doesn’t think about how close they are, about how he’s leaning in until he’s resting lightly against the other young man’s shoulder.] I wouldn’t really mind. It’d be easier to blend in, I think. Less noticeable, especially around here.
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Here, lean like – [He steps forward, one hand reaching to tip Hao’s chin upwards, then tilt his head to one side so the first of the vividly-hued goo can be brushed onto his hair, slowly, from roots to ends. Multiple grainy videos had taught him that much, and the rest seems self-explanatory – put the stuff on, cover with the (dumb) plastic shower cap, let it sit for a while, rinse. Should be foolproof.] At least if this stuff doesn’t work, you’ll only have to deal with smelling like a dessert for a while.
[There’s a little huff of amusement, as Koby works his way along the roots of Hao’s hair, meticulously, gently, so focused he doesn’t think about how close they are, about how he’s leaning in until he’s resting lightly against the other young man’s shoulder.] I wouldn’t really mind. It’d be easier to blend in, I think. Less noticeable, especially around here.