As the raven haired boy knocked on the door, he knew from an instant he had fucked up. He didn’t think he did too terribly a job, but everyone else had said so otherwise. He could just imagine the jokes his former best friend would have said, or the loud cries of his full name from his mother. He could already imagine Brock holding back laughter and trying not to cry at the boys once raven locks.
What was once a messy fluff of raven was now a Rotom-mower looking hacked up mess. Purple was splotched on bits of pieces with some murky orange brown color on the strands that didn’t take to the purple. The supposed undercut was actually just various pieces that were hacked shorter than the other. After seeing the damage done to his beloved trainer, Pikachu was glad Pikapi never groomed him with sharp objects.
If that were bad enough, just hours beforehand the boy was trying so hard to make an Alolan dish. He wanted Professor Kukui to see that he does take pride in Alolan customs, but, reading Alolan was never his strong suit. And reading aloud wasn’t even a talent of his.
The traditional Alolan dish lay in the sink blacked to a crisp that even Munchie wouldn’t eat.
Ash was trying to be better with domestic things. He wanted to show everyone that he too, could follow suit in Alolan customs and traditions. That he wasn’t hindered by his Kantonese raised lifestyle.
His results, were clearly not the case.
As he knocked once more on the door of the Team Skull hideout, he called out loudly for the man who he felt was the best to help him.
“Guzma! Guzma!” Ash called out. As soon as the door opened, Ash started talking miles a minute. “I tried to make my hair purple and cool like yours and Leon’s only the directions were in Alolan and I can’t really read it well and so I just put on the biggest numbers of the bottles stuff and put it on my head and then my hair turned orange and burned and the purple doesn’t stay in that good. I tried to fix it by making it cool like yours but it doesn’t really look like that an’ now I don’t know how to fix it?” Ash gives the older man a crooked smile.
“An’ were supposed to make a traditional Alolan dish for school because were studying the history of Alola and I kinda burnt the dish and almost burned down the kitchen....” Ash looks down at his shoes. “Can you help me? It’s kinda dumb but I don’t think I can ask my friends for help cause they don’t really get it—and Professor Kukui would just kinda baby me about the assignment and I really wanna just not mess up?” Ash blinks, and lets out a breath.
A piece of fried bleached hair falls over his forehead.
