You wanted matching hair. So, impulsively, you bought purple hair dye.

“Are you sure this is a good idea..?” Thanatos murmured, looking in the bathroom mirror as you mixed Splat bleach in its bottle, shaking it with all your might to get the perfect consistency. You just flashed him a grin — you two had already been through this. When he saw you were sure, he sighed and took the bottle of bleach from you, then took a claw clip and separated a strand of your hair away from the rest, making sure it was secure in place. He snickered slightly—you looked like a dork.

“Alright,” he started, “go on and bleach your hair. And once it’s washed and dried, we can put the purple in.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter, watching you.