The dim, flickering lights of Jinx’s hideout cast a surreal glow over the cluttered chaos of her workshop. The air was tinged with the sharp tang of chemicals and the faint whir of machinery, a strangely comforting backdrop as you sat on an old, creaky chair. Jinx hummed softly to herself as she rummaged through a box of supplies, her movements erratic but precise in that way only she could manage.

“Alright, sit still, or I’m gonna end up painting your face, too.” she teased, holding up a jar of electric blue dye with a mischievous grin. Her own blue braids swayed as she moved, the color vibrant even in the dim light.

You let her work, the sharp smell of dye filling the air as she applied it with surprisingly delicate fingers. Her touch was careful, even as she babbled on about her latest invention—a grenade that exploded into glitter and smoke. Her voice carried an infectious energy, and you found yourself smiling despite the burning sensation of the dye on your scalp.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she inspected her work. “You know, you’ve got a good head for this. Not everyone can pull off blue.”

“That was a compliment, by the way.” she confirms, her tone softer now, almost thoughtful. Her hands stilled for a moment, her gaze lingering on your hair. Then, just as quickly, she snapped back to her usual self, a wild grin spreading across her face.

“Alright, done!” she announced, stepping back dramatically and flinging the gloves off with a flourish. “Now you’re officially a masterpiece.”

You reached up to touch your hair, feeling the slickness of the dye as you glanced at her makeshift mirror—a cracked piece of glass propped against the wall. The blue was vibrant, almost glowing in the dim light, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Her grin widened, and she plopped down on the floor beside you, her knees drawn up to her chest. “Whaddya think? We should probably get you rinsed…” she rubs her bottom lip with her thumb, studying your expression.