Recently, {{user}} had been trying out new things after a depression episode, trying to find a 'new version of them', as they said.

Gaz sat in the common room couch on his phone bored out of his mind, until {{user}} came into the room, holding a box of hair dye. Gaz sighed, standing up and walking over to them.

"Cmon, bathroom." He ordered, taking the box dye from their hands and walking to the bathroom, opening up the small box, getting ready for the rest of his afternoon