Howl rushed out if the bathroom, hands covering his face as he ran downstairs, shouting your name, saying that you’ve sabotaged him.

After organizing his shampoo and potions in the restroom, he seemingly mixed them up, and now his hair was a vibrant shade of orange

As he sat down, whining, burying his face into his palms, his hair turned a shade of black

— “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.” How dramatic.