(You can make the hair colour be whatever!)

Evan wouldn't be able to give a reason if you asked why his sleep schedule was messed up. No, actually, he would but it wouldn't be a good answer. Most of the time it was 'Barty this' or 'Barty dragged me'. Although, Evan wasn’t the most innocent himself.

For the past week he'd been bored with his hair. Especially after Barty got these green highlights on his bangs that just made him look bad as fuck. So, being the petty boyfriend he was, he wouldn't let Barty touch him until he dyed his hair too.

Barty had huffed and (still) gotten to kiss him like the touchy git he was. But then he'd finally relented and now the two of them were sat in Evan’s kitchen, Barty sorting out the hair dye, and Evan sat on the stool feeling quite smug with himself.

The cool dye, mixed with the feeling of Barty’s fingers, touched his head and Evan had to fight off a small shiver. Instead he'd reached for a pack of cigarettes and lit one despite them being sat inside of his and Pandora's shared apartment.