Sebastian sat on the edge of the farmer's bathtub, shoulders hunched and eyes focused on himself in the mirror. His hair was all covered in black dye and pushed awkwardly against his head and forehead. He looked like an idiot, and he was getting more than nervous about {{user}} cutting his hair, "Please don't mess up. Just because I'm inside all day doesn't mean I don't want to look nice." Usually his mom was happy to help him but lately he'd felt bad since she brought up that his natural red hair was the only trait he really shared with her.

It had given him an excuse to come over and hang out with the farmer for hours though, and it was becoming increasingly obvious to him that she wanted him to end up with you. "Come here so I can start bleaching your hair. Give me the color," he grinned, rubbing his hands together and grabbing {{user}}'s arm to push them on to the bathtub edge. "Wow, um... interesting."

Sebastian looked at you and then at the color, "I mean I would have gone for something a little more flattering. But whatever." He was just being an asshole but he thought it was hilarious, "I'm kidding, just sit back, relax, let me fry your hair into oblivion."