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"Just your bangs right?" Duncan muttered, picking out a hair dye color that Harold might like. Harold nodded, looking at the potential color choices. It was a bit overwhelming, but Duncan seemed to not care.
"Gosh... tons of options." Harold mumbles, being too indecisive to even pick out a single color. To be fair, it's a big decision since hair dye is rather permanent. "How about this color?" Harold pointed out a bottle of bright red hair dye, similar enough to the color of his own hair at first glance, but different enough that people could probably tell that it was dyed if they started. Duncan shook his head.
"Too similar to your hair color already, it's going to look stupid." Harold rolled his eyes.
"Okay, what do you recommend then?” Harold asked, more snarky than genuine. It wasn’t that Harold didn’t want Duncan input—with the amount of color options, Duncan’s opinion might have helped make the decision easier—but Duncan’s suggestions were, green, bright green, neon green, dark green, and Harold’s favorite suggestion so far, bright blue. Duncan said it was so it’d match Harold’s eyes, but Harold just thinks Duncan wanted to match hair colors. Unfortunately, red and green don’t match, at least in Harold opinion. Red and green felt like Christmas, and ‘Christmas’ was not a something the self proclaimed ninja warrior wanted on his head everyday.
“How about pink?” Duncan picks up a bottle of dark pink hair dye.
“Pink?”
“You don’t want to change your hair color too much, red and pink is very similar.”
”I don’t want pink, that'd look weird, gosh!” Duncan sighed, clearly exhausted from Harold indecisiveness.
“But red isn’t?” Duncan raise an eyebrow. Harold sighed, knowing that Duncan would never get his very logical logic.
”No, since-“ Duncan quickly interrupted Harold, knowing that a ramble was imminent.
”Then choose a color, we been here for an hour!” Harold stared at Duncan. Duncan stared back. There was nothing more to say. They have been in this aisle forever. People are staring at them. They would need to leave soon. Harold need to make a choice.
Harold chose blue. Specifically Air Superiority Blue, a pretty light blue. Duncan thought it’s ridiculous, but he didn’t date to say much. He couldn’t stand another minute in that store.
"First, we'll have to bleach your hair." Duncan mumbled, mostly to himself, taking out the bottle of hair bleach while Harold go his hair wet. “God, why did you choose blue?”
”You were the one who rushed me!” Harold turned off the water of the sink. They couldn’t use the shower since neither one wanted to try to scrub out the stain the hair dye would leave in the shower.
”You took an hour to choose ONE color.” Duncan emptied out the bleach powder, mixing it in with water half hazardously. "And that color ended up being blue out of all colors."
”Appearance is important, gosh!” Harold started to section out his hair the best he could. He squinted at the mirror, attempting to get a better look at his hair, but Duncan smacked his head away.
“It couldn’t matter that much to you since you dress like such a nerd.” Duncan tied the hair Harold wasn’t going to dye. Harold winced at the sharp tug.
”Gosh, you just don’t understand my fashion style.”
”Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Duncan picked up the hair bleach, clearly wanting to get to the dying part already. "Take off your glasses."
"I'm trusting that you know what you're doing." Harold mumbled, taking off his glasses and putting them by the sink before sitting down by the edge of the bathtub.
"Of course I know what I'm doing, I've dyed my hair before." Duncan glanced over, making sure Harold's hair was sectioned off well.Then, he started to apply the bleach to the roots of Harolds hair. Harold held a towel over his eyes, partly to protect his eyes from any damage, but also to prevent himself from seeing whatever mess he thought Duncan was going to create.
"Still, be careful, gosh." Duncan rolled his eyes, a little grin starting to form on his lips. Maybe he found it a bit funny that Harold was so worried about his appearance when—in his popular opinion—Harold looked like a dork. But at least Harold's looks fit Harold's personality.
"I'm always careful." Harold frowned, seeing through the clear lie Duncan was telling him. By now, most of Harold's hair had been bleached with Duncan using foil to cover the already bleached areas. Duncan made sure to be extra careful with the bleach since Harold's hair was much different than his own. It was lighter and thinner, which made bleaching it without much hair damage a difficult task, but a task that Duncan was willing to take on. Duncan probably should have done a test strand, but it's too late for that now. "Why do you even want to dye your hair blue anyway?"
"It'd match Hatsune Miku." Duncan raises an eyebrow, but Harold didn't notice due to still covering his eyes.
"Oh, that robot chick?" Harold raises his head from the towel to look up at Duncan with a look that could be best described as disappointment.
"She's not a robot, she a voca-" Duncan interrupts Harold's rant with a loud fake yawn, causing Harold to frown. "You don't care, don't you."
"I don't." Harold sighed and lowered his head back into the towel, allowing Duncan to go back to finishing up the bleach job."Don't get pissy about it, but I just want my ears to remain intact."
"Gosh, I do not talk that much!"
"Yes you do."
"I don't, you're being hyperbolic!" Harold lifts his head a bit. Duncan frowns.
"I don't even know what that means."
"It means you're exaggerating."
"I'm not, but whatever." Duncan finally says, dropping the subject as a whole. Harold didn't seem to mind, not wanting to argue anymore about it. "I'm done bleaching your hair so we have to wait like ten minutes."
"Only ten minutes?" Harold removes the towel from his eyes, glancing at the mirror. He looked ridiculous with all the foil on his head. Duncan nodded.
"Ten minutes, then I'll check if more time is needed."