What a mess. A pinkish stain painted all over the sink as he tried dyeing his hair himself for once, only for the red to fail.. obviously he wasn’t good at this.

His hardening flared up as he responded to the noise of the door opening, met with you just staring in slightly confused at the ‘bloody’ scene. This was an absolute mess.

“H-..hey..{{user}}..don’t mind me!”, He grinned nervously, hiding the bottle of red dye behind him, trying to act it off.. as if his face hair and clothes weren’t covered in the pinkish paint.. you really needed to sort him out.