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[blesseddumbfuck]

[The camera turns on to show a pair of legs from the knees down. Biff apparently kicked it in his sleep; he's face-down on the floor. He makes a grunting noise, then a hacking sound, then a groan. He mutters something in Aramaic which would equate to "I feel like something died while breaking wind in my mouth

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[notarrowette]

[...Biff's hair is pink. Like he's been attacked with hair dye. Oh, lord. Cissie remembers Biff being in the pub, and she remembers losing track of Molly at some point and not finding her when she went to leave. She is not loving this thought process.]

...What happened to your hair?

[blesseddumbfuck]

[Simply, because a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell or over-elaborate about his pink hair:]

Molly dyed it last night.

[notarrowette]

[Aaand that is totally enough for Cissie to figure out who that other person was in his post, and where Molly went last night. Excuse her, she needs to take a moment to facepalm. Well. At least Biff is better than Randal.]

...Somehow, that's not all that surprising. [OKAY, moving on. Note to self: Grill Molly later.] I like it?

[blesseddumbfuck]

[And that earns Cissie a grin.]

Me, too. I think green is more my color, though. It makes my eyes pop.

[notarrowette]

[Oh, Biff. Cissie likes you. She laughs.]

I can see that. Do you have a lot of experience with crazy hair colors?

[blesseddumbfuck]

This is my first time. I am a hair dye virgin.

As you can see, I will try anything once.

[He laughs.]

And then I will forget it because I was intoxicated, and try it again.

[notarrowette]

[More laughing.]

Well, that's one way to do it!

[blesseddumbfuck]

It washes out, I think. It isn't permanent.

[blesseddumbfuck]

[Silence for a looooong moment.]

There is nothing wrong with Molly.

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[blesseddumbfuck]

I am spending time with her.

Private

[blesseddumbfuck]

What is your name?