The afternoon sun poured through the open window, casting a warm glow across Gekko’s room. You had agreed to help him refresh his hair color, which had started to fade into a muted green. He sat on a chair, a towel draped around his shoulders, looking both excited and slightly nervous.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Gekko asked, peering at the dye bottle in your hand with a mix of skepticism and trust. His lime hair had always been one of his most defining features, and the thought of messing it up had him a little on edge.