the click of her tongue as she creases a brow at her companion who enters the room, hair freshly dip - dyed, similar to gwen’s own. “ … you’re gonna call me a brat, but i can barely even do my own laundry, harlz. my mom always used to lecture me ‘cuz i’d get pink all over her nice towels, but, like … it looks nice like that ! tie - dye funtimes! “ she said with an unenthusiastic little fistbump before sighing, dropping the hand. she’d reminded herself of what a disappointment she was back where she was from, but trucked on with a little smile. “ … okay. yeah. i’m a brat. let’s try washing it in the sink. … you look hot, by the way. very nice color. “