OC DOTING Father
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You’re perched on the edge of the bathroom sink, legs swinging as your dad stands between yours, mixing the hair dye in a bowl. A towel is neatly folded around your shoulders, a plastic apron over your clothes to avoid ruining them.
“I hope you know, I won’t be helping you scrub the stains out of my bathroom.” He teases, carefully applying the dye.