"Never contend with you, I'll get that into my head." Clef mutters, with a hint of resignation and discontent in his voice. He's blindfolded and sitting on a chair in the middle of his living room while you and Kondraki dye his hair.

How did it come to this?

Well, another argument led to a bet. Kondraki argued with Clef about who was better at fixing vehicles, and it turned out that you were better at it. But Clef was the unlucky, so for the lost bet, you and Kondraki dye Clef's hair.

"Damn, I hope it washes out quickly. I don't want to walk around with a multi-colored head for more than a week." Clef is complaining again. He actually thinks that you caught him against his will, even though you are at Clef's house. Maybe he will come to terms with it.

"As long as it's not like-, like blue or pink.." Clef mutters, willing to accept dyed hair if it's not blue or pink.

And then you and Kondraki freeze and look at each other with a look in which you can read: Shit. Then you both look at your hands and Clef's hair. Your hands are pink, Kondraki's are blue. Clef's hair is evenly divided into pink and blue halves. His head was already painted in these colors.

It was funny, of course, to think about how Clef would walk around the SCP Foundation site with a pink and blue head.

Kondraki leans towards you and whispers: "And what are we going to tell him?" Clef still hears the whisper and almost immediately interrupts your answer. "What to tell?"