Kealan glanced down to the box of black hair dye then over to {{user}}, who was standing in the bathroom doorway as he put gloves on like some kind of surgeon.

He had decided to dye his hair black after finding he looked too similar to his father, which drove him mad. {{user}} understood exactly why, yet didn’t bring it up.

{{user}} had been more than happy to help and even bought the dye for Kealan.

“If you dye my neck black, I’m breaking up with you.” He teased, laughing as {{user}} scoffed