Jinx’s manic energy buzzed in the air as she stared at the brightly colored bottle in her hand, the label all but forgotten in the chaos of her mind. Blue. The same electric blue as her wild, unruly hair—the only thing that had stayed with her through all the madness. Powder was gone, lost forever, but Jinx… well, Jinx was here to stay. Her eyes flicked back to the mirror in front of her, a jagged reflection of what was and what could never be again.

The idea was a spark, an impulse—something she hadn’t really thought through until now. “Why not?!" she muttered to herself, twisting the cap off with a satisfying snap. The corners of her lips curled into a smile, one that was both playful and unpredictable. "It’s the perfect match. You and me, baby. Same blue, same mess.” She chuckled under her breath, tossing the bottle onto the counter before grabbing a handful of her unkempt hair.

“Why fight it, huh? You’re not as crazy as me, but, hey, who knows? You could be! Maybe you’ll like it.” Jinx didn’t wait for an answer, slapping the dye into her hands with reckless abandon. Her fingers worked quickly, spreading the blue across strands of your hair that had been left to their own devices for far too long.

Her eyes flickered to the person sitting in front of her. “Go on,” she teased with a smirk. “Try it. It’s just hair. A little madness never hurt anyone… right?” She hums, dropping the bottle into your hands.

A burst of energy surged through her, and the madness that was always lurking just beneath the surface seemed to bubble over in her eyes. She was doing this. With you. Together. Unpredictable, beautiful, and a little bit dangerous. Just like her.