[ Accidental visual ] what's a vampire gotta do to get his roots done?
The sound of a shower going and a slightly foggy video is all that can be made out at first, when the tablet spontaneously turns itself on. When the shower turns off, a blurred male figure walks out of the bathroom, allowing the steamy air out and the tablet to defog. After a minute, Eric walks back in with a white towel around his waist while finishing drying his hair with another, smaller towel. He's completely oblivious to the broadcasting tablet as he stands at the sink preparing to brush his teeth. He may be a vampire, but even they have hygiene habits. And having clean teeth and breath that doesn't smell like old blood is part of his daily routine.
It takes a minute or two to thoroughly brush, making sure he gets his fangs clean too. Sure he could easily use his vampire speed to do it in under 20 seconds with the same results, but today he doesn't mind going slow. Once that's done he takes his comb and slicks his hair back, getting rid of the few tangles that had formed from towel drying. It's as he's doing this that he pauses and it's clear he's focusing on something. With narrowed eyes, he leans forward a little and combs his fingers through his hair, lifting it up so he can see what he's looking at better.
"Oh great," he says, obviously annoyed, "just what I need."
There's about half an inch of new hair growth that's a shade darker than the blond hair he sporting now. He blames it all on Pam. She was the one who wanted to dye it a lighter blond to begin with and now he has to maintain it. And since she's not here, who can he get to dye it again? She's the only one he trusts with his hair.
It takes a minute or two to thoroughly brush, making sure he gets his fangs clean too. Sure he could easily use his vampire speed to do it in under 20 seconds with the same results, but today he doesn't mind going slow. Once that's done he takes his comb and slicks his hair back, getting rid of the few tangles that had formed from towel drying. It's as he's doing this that he pauses and it's clear he's focusing on something. With narrowed eyes, he leans forward a little and combs his fingers through his hair, lifting it up so he can see what he's looking at better.
"Oh great," he says, obviously annoyed, "just what I need."
There's about half an inch of new hair growth that's a shade darker than the blond hair he sporting now. He blames it all on Pam. She was the one who wanted to dye it a lighter blond to begin with and now he has to maintain it. And since she's not here, who can he get to dye it again? She's the only one he trusts with his hair.