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[micro_power]

She honest to God hadn't meant to make such a mess. She'd tried to be as careful as possible, and really, that was a struggle for her at the best of times. The peroxide was easy to find, the lemon juice, well, she'd just used some from the fridge, and really, she'd been dying her hair since the seventh grade

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[hunt_the_devil]

The kitchen honestly looked like someone had lost a fight with a rather angry lemon and... was that shampoo? John had literally appeared from nowhere, facing the counter with his back to Lou and unaware at first that she was there. He'd been hoping to pop in and out the kitchen to grab something to eat before retreating back to his room and finish reading his book that he'd been sent in his christmas parcel.

"What in the name of all things good an' holy happened here?" John turned on his heel to look at Lou. "Hey."

He was more amused than annoyed at the mess, it was no surprise to see that someone had trashed the kitchen just he wasn't quite sure what the person had been trying to cook up.

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She shouldn't really be surprised by random people appearing out of no where, but she was. Especially the way he appeared. It was like a blink-and-you'll-miss-it thing. So Lou stared, thankfully with her mouth closed.

"Hey." She wasn't really sure what else to tag on to that or how to explain what really happened. So, she just pointed to her hair. "Hair dye."

It would at least explain the shampoo, and hopefully he wouldn't think she was trying to poison everyone's food.

[hunt_the_devil]

"Hair dye huh?" John picked up one of the rather squished lemons and place it into the bin. He was a man and therefore not quite so sure how lemons fitted into the whole hair dye thing but he wasn't about to argue.

"I'd ask for the recipe but it just don't look all that appealin' or edible for that matter." John smiled a little at this though. "Need a helpin' hand clearin' up?"

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Louisa smiled slightly, "Well, I don't think blonde is your color." She bent down to pick up a few of the lemon halves, scolding herself for making such a mess. "You don't need to, sorry it's such a tip. I didn't realise just what mess I was making."

She was too busy making sure she wasn't going to come out orange. Her luck was usually in the gutter, and doing this without the formula or out of a bottle was a little harder. She'd have been fine coming out with straw hair, she was sure one of the women would have something to help her, but she hadn't considered asking anyone about hair dye.

"I'm usually less messy." Which wasn't close to true.

[x_twenty3]

Laura was not the type to drift into a room. She walked with a purpose, even when crossing a room to obtain some item of importance or another. That being said, she also knew how to walk silently at all times

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She was only mildly creeped out, mildly. And pulling her hair back and away from the girls nose was her only indication of it. Yeah; this place had a few weird ones at times. "It's the peroxide. The lemon just stops it going pure white." Because she didn't want to be bleach blond, just blond.

She spoke strange, and her mannerisms were weird as hell, but then Lou had already seen a few weirder people -like the guy who had a frog-like tongue. That was beyond weird.

"Haven't you ever dyed your hair?"

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"Hmm," Laura left her comment at that, her head tilted slightly as she continued studying the girls hair. She seemed even more interested in it once Louisa pulled her hair behind herself. Why? Did she not like it?

"Never." Again, another one word sentence from the girl. She'd never needed to dye her hair for anything. Not even missions where she went in disguise.

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"Well, I guess you have pretty enough hair." Lou nodded, she'd just gotten tired of the brown, it was closer to her natural color than what she had right then, but it was still dyed.

"I just, dye it a lot. For fun." She shrugged a shoulder, only a little uncomfortable.