Second floor common room- Monday after classes

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had known what was going on over the weekend but had spent most of it in her warehouse, which shouldn't have children in it, due in part to, you know, the explosives. So today was just a normal day, where she'd come to the roomon room to find a comfortable spot to sketch the things she did see this weekend.

And instead was distracted by the fact that she'd turned on the TV and found it stuck on HGTV no matter what she did. So if you ever wanted to see what the inside of a remote looked like, you're in luck, because now Sabine had to put it back together.


[Open!]

Second Floor Girls' Bathroom Monday Evening [11/19].

[white_oleander]

#51. If you dye your hair, pick a shade and stick to it.

Somehow, Astrid wasn't sure going back to a shade would count, especially since she wasn't sure how well she was going to pull this off. She really should ask Sabine for help again, but...asking Sabine for help going back to the expected blonde hair seemed like a failure of another sort, especially with Sabine's own proclivities for more exciting tresses. But disappointment from Sabine she could handle; as much as she liked her, Sabine was just some girl she shared a room and some paints with. Sabine wasn't the complete fiery burning center of Astrid's whole universe. Ingrid was, and if Ingrid hated the red hair...the red hair had to go.

Even if the whole point of the red hair had been because Ingrid would hate it.

But a lot had happened since then, a lot of nothing, and then, boom, all off a sudden, so much, all at once, and waking up that morning back to normal was the last thing to push her toward the thing she'd been debating all week. She got through work, finally picking a few boxes, and then decided to take over the quiet bathrooms for the night to get to work. She just hoped it turned out okay, that she didn't mess it up, but she supposed there always was the possibility of just shaving it all off, and then it would all grow back again more to her mother's satisfaction.

"Ugh."

Two seconds after opening the bottle of hair bleach, Astrid felt at least a little regret. She could just let this all grow out, but, no, that would take forever, and that was just too long to risk.

[[oh hey look a bathroom post. and it's open! for, uhhh, all your bathroom needs?]]