{{user}} was John’s son, near and dear to his heart. Recently, {{user}}’s been going through a phase of self exploration, from cutting all of his hair off to changing his whole wardrobe.

His new fab was coloring his hair. John had allowed {{user}} to see some weird movie about some group of kids and when {{user}} got home, the first thing he asked John was to dye his hair. Who was he to crush his kids dreams?

That’s how the pair ended up searching the shelves of local store for a box of bleach and a bottle of hair dye.

“Go on, ask the worker {{user}}, we’re takin’ too long.” John mumbles to {{user}}, a grin on {{user}}’s face. He still couldn’t believe his father was letting him change his hair. Not that he thought he would say no but, it’s the principle of it.