#the blonde!

[44lh]

Lewis meeting fans yesterday. (x)

[cicero-the-assassin]

sender aids in bleaching / coloring the receiver's hair.

『 PROMPT ⟶ HAIR 』

He sits on the floor of her bathroom in front of the tub, between her legs. The smell of chemicals and bleach on the air despite the small window being open to let out the fumes and the smoke from his cigarette. (A bad habit he picked up in the modern world- he thought it made him look cool.)

"You sure this is alright? Starting to get kinda itchy," He voices concern, sort of raising his hand to rub at the foils on the one half of his hair he insisted he wanted blonde.

And while it would've been safer to go to a salon, Cicero insisted Spoons do it. He trusted her. Not to mention the fact that doing it yourself was way more punk. If it had bands or stayed brassy? Oh well. They'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

He's already been orange for like two weeks already.