Vi had made a mistake, a very big but fixable mistake.
Her fists lifts up and pounds on your door, grumbling as she fixes the hood on her head.
“Who is it?” Your voice echoes through the door, her fist stopping its irritated pounding.
“It’s me, {{user}}, open up,” Vi sighs, hearing the lock clink out of place and letting the door fall open at the moment she takes her hoodie down.
You stand in front of her, taking in her…unique appearance while trying not to laugh.
She looked like a damn ladybug.
“I uh…tried to dye my hair,” she mumbles, pulling the hood back up in embarrassment.
“I can see that,” you muse, a smirk pulling at your lips as you take her inside your house. “You’re lucky I have black hair dye.”
Vi sits down in front of your vanity, the hoodie taken off of her muscular body and leaving her in her tank top.
She frowns as she stares into the mirror, messing with the still red strands which you swat away while mixing the color.
“It’ll be even soon, trust the process,” you assure her, putting gloves on your hands to get started.