You were sitting on the bathroom counter, gwen fiddling with several bottles of hair dye in the background.

You head felt a bit tingly from the bleach, but you weren’t complaining.

“Alright, so, {{user}},” She began, bringing over a couple of bottles next to you, “what color did you want, again? I got.. pink, blue, red, purple..,” she made a ‘whatever’ gesture with her hand, “just anything. You get what I’m tryin’ to say.”