“This is real dumb, {{user}}…” Dave mumbled, as he slid the eye mask on, shielding his gaze from what you’re about to do to him.

He sighs, as he feels you part his hair and begin the dyeing process. He feels the brush go through his hair, painting the strands.

“Look I don’t really care what colour it is, yeah?” Dave shrugged, tapping his feet on the bathroom floor, “yo as long as it’s not like..blue or pink, that’s chill.”