"You might eventually find someone willing. Without possession."
It won't be her, but the ship is full of people who are more accepting than
Taura's used to! ...She wonders if anyone has no sense of smell at all.
"And it's easier to fix your hair if the mirror's in one piece," she
offers, since he seemed depressed about not breaking mirrors.
"Shyeah. Right, Taura. Not getting fooled by love again."
It's probably a good time to intervene; BJ has been with powers for so long that he's forgotten or has no idea that dumping half a bottle of hair dye and using his hands and the comb to purplify his hair is not a great idea.
After this conversation, Taura has some concerns about what his love life
consisted off before he got 'fooled.'
"Gloves," she points out. "Unless you want purple hands too. There
should be some your size over there. You might also want to put a little
bit of vaseline around your ears and neck and forehead so the dye won't
stick there, either."
Taura winces a little at that, but she supposes he can make his own bad
fashion choices. They clearly won't be the first bad choices he's
made! "Alright, then."
Using his hands, he starts to pull at his hair, getting it back to his usual spikey monstrosity. The dye runs down his roots a little but he wipes it with the back of his sleeve before it gets too close to his eyes.
"You missed a spot, a couple inches above your neck. Do you want me to get
a handheld mirror so you can see the back yourself?" In case he's
forgotten that trick what with not having been able to look in a mirror
without it shattering, she adds on second thought, "That way you can look
at the reflection of your reflection. It's useful when you're trying to do
your own hair."
Helpful answer, but still not going for her gloves.
"Fuck." He growls to himself, making slapping motions with his hand against the back of his neck and the offending area. "Nope, no, I'll get it."
An idea!
"Hey, stand back a sec, will you?"
Betelgeuse starts to shake himself out to dry, a bit feline in both behavior and sheer obnoxiousness, as flecks of purple dye start to coat the surrounding area.
"Way better. Thanks, Taura. You're great. And I don't just say that because you're hot; I needed this."
Taura sighs. She'll have to clean that up later. Fives has already gotten
one request from her today, what's another?
"You know you'll need to rinse it out after awhile, don't you?" she says.
"I would recommend wrapping your head for now and rinsing it no later than
tomorrow morning."
"It will probably start to look pretty bad eventually, and it will get
everywhere in the meantime. It might even destroy your hair; I'm not
sure. Colorful dye's a lot easier on your hair than some dyes are, but
it's not made to stay on there forever." Sorry she didn't warn you, BJ!
Taura didn't think about the fact that not everyone with green hair has a
clue how hair dye works.
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"You might eventually find someone willing. Without possession." It won't be her, but the ship is full of people who are more accepting than Taura's used to! ...She wonders if anyone has no sense of smell at all.
"And it's easier to fix your hair if the mirror's in one piece," she offers, since he seemed depressed about not breaking mirrors.
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It's probably a good time to intervene; BJ has been with powers for so long that he's forgotten or has no idea that dumping half a bottle of hair dye and using his hands and the comb to purplify his hair is not a great idea.
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After this conversation, Taura has some concerns about what his love life consisted off before he got 'fooled.'
"Gloves," she points out. "Unless you want purple hands too. There should be some your size over there. You might also want to put a little bit of vaseline around your ears and neck and forehead so the dye won't stick there, either."
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Taura winces a little at that, but she supposes he can make his own bad fashion choices. They clearly won't be the first bad choices he's made! "Alright, then."
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"Hey Taura, how's it looking from the back?"
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"You missed a spot, a couple inches above your neck. Do you want me to get a handheld mirror so you can see the back yourself?" In case he's forgotten that trick what with not having been able to look in a mirror without it shattering, she adds on second thought, "That way you can look at the reflection of your reflection. It's useful when you're trying to do your own hair."
Helpful answer, but still not going for her gloves.
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An idea!
"Hey, stand back a sec, will you?"
Betelgeuse starts to shake himself out to dry, a bit feline in both behavior and sheer obnoxiousness, as flecks of purple dye start to coat the surrounding area.
"Way better. Thanks, Taura. You're great. And I don't just say that because you're hot; I needed this."
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Taura sighs. She'll have to clean that up later. Fives has already gotten one request from her today, what's another?
"You know you'll need to rinse it out after awhile, don't you?" she says. "I would recommend wrapping your head for now and rinsing it no later than tomorrow morning."
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"I want it to stay just like this."
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"It will probably start to look pretty bad eventually, and it will get everywhere in the meantime. It might even destroy your hair; I'm not sure. Colorful dye's a lot easier on your hair than some dyes are, but it's not made to stay on there forever." Sorry she didn't warn you, BJ! Taura didn't think about the fact that not everyone with green hair has a clue how hair dye works.