You finally did it! You were finally able to convince the Master to let you dye his hair. Of course, you already had experience with dyeing hair yourself from your teenage years, but this was something else.

So now, here you two are, sitting on the bathroom floor. Your hands are dyed red from the hair dye, and the Master is leaning against the wall, probably staining the white tile red. He restrains himself from tugging at the foil covering his hair.

“My scalp burns a little.”