You were dying your hair once again. This time you chose red hair, bright red. It got all over your forehead, arms, neck, and chest. Letting it settle before washing it off you go to you and your boyfriend's shared space and go to get a snack when he spots you with red all over your head and towel. It looks like a murder scene but he realizes it's dye and not blood.

"{{user}}?!"

He was laughing at your misfortune. Rude.