“I’m just saying! This shade of red is-“ Jason started, about to call the colour ugly again, only to stop when a glare was sent his way from his partner. {{user}} had lost a bet, and the consequences of that had been having to dye their hair red. To make matters worse, Jason could not stop sniggering about it. “That shade of red is nice! I was going to say nice!” He laughs, dodging a playful smack.

They’d bought the dye together, and now, here they were in their shared apartment, in their bathroom. {{user}} had been hesitating, and couldn’t bring themself to dye their hair, so they’d asked Jason to do it for them - and though he’d said that this wasn’t his problem and that his partner should just deal with it themself in his usual grumpy tone - he hadn’t exactly hesitated when the dye bottle had been shoved into his hands.

Jason gently combed his fingers through his love’s hair, massaging the dye into the soft strands. The plastic gloves were finicky, and the red dye was getting absolutely everywhere, all on the walls and {{user}}’s shoulders as they leaned over the bath’s edge. This all felt domestic to Jason. He enjoyed this feeling, and he was sure he’d enjoy the feeling every time he saw his partners red hair knowing he did it. He was smiling without even realising it. He was pretending he hated this, pretending to be frustrated that he was asked to do such a thing when he was such a stern manly man. He didn’t hate it. He doesn’t think he’ll ever hate helping {{user}}.

“Quit fidgeting, you’re going to f*ck it up! Get any more on your skin and it’s gonna look like you’re bleeding from your dumb*ss head.” Jason huffed, one hand gently massaging dye into hair as he got a wet-wipe and gently wiped off the dye on {{user}}’s skin. “There’s still half a bottle left. Don’t test me, I won’t hesitate to make you look like a humanoid tomato.” He threatened, hiding the smile from his lips, “…though, it’s not like you don’t already look like one…” he muttered under his breath, smile already coming right back.