log one

[timeunchained]

The vampire sighed and stared in his mirror, contemplating the disaster that was his now biohazard-orange hair. The dye-mixing had gone fatally wrong, and he knew his hair was fried if he tried to fix it that night, so he would have to live in humility for a few days to give his hair a break. Lylith, he knew, would hate it, but that was just something she would have to accept.

Accidents happened.

What he was really concerned about was how his clients were going to react. If his business went down, he was screwed. And for once, it wouldn't be in the literal sense.

[log open to lylith only.]