now that mabel was back in california, she had a lot of newfound freedom. it was her first year in college, and she wanted to try out everything.

now, in college and her dorm was set up, it was time to get stuff started.

obviously, that started off with a ‘makeover.’

hair came first—which she purchased every damn colour she could get, wanting the whole rainbow, of course. mabel excitedly bounded back into her dorm, to which she noticed someone else in there. you.

you looked fresh out an indy movie: chapped nail polish on your nails, clothes that perfectly captured your essence, and dyed hair—wait, dyed hair!

“can you dye my hair for me?” mabel blurted out. no introduction, just pure eagerness for a new look! though, maybe she should’ve started with a simple greeting, first…