Fifth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Sunday Morning

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John met Dawn in the bathroom as discussed where he'd already set up the bleach and green kool-aid along with his step-stool right by the sinks.

Uncapping the bleach, John winced at the aroma.

"Okay, so we probably should've gotten drunk for this to make it really fair, but we can work around that."

[Open for that girl and whoever else belongs there.]

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Dawn stared at the bottle in John's hands with something akin to horror and was already backing up. "Uh uh. No way was bleach a part of this. Yours grew back in, like, what, two or three days? Mine'll never ever recover from that."

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"But how else'll it turn green?" John asked, confusedly. "I did research for this." He'd been too curious to sleep and had also googled himself.

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"They make green dye, for like, parties and raves and stuff, don't they?"

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John held up the dozen packets of green Kool-Aid he'd located. "Yeah, but this stuff was on sale."

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She folded her arms across her chest. "Yeah, not so much. You like it, you eat it."

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"Okay okay, we'll skip the bleach and just infuse your hair with the powder. It should still work and wash out in a couple days." John assumed. He hadn't researched that part.

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"Fine." Dawn had already decided that if it was horrific or bee-inducing, she could just spend a few hours in the shower. "I assume I need to go get my hair wet?"

She pulled her sweater off and stood there in a black t-shirt and jeans, towel slung over her shoulder, her plan being just to dunk her head under the shower faucet. "And no peeking, not that I think you would."

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"Wet hair works best, yes," John agreed, wondering why she was disrobing at all. "What am I not peeking at?"

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"Me, in case the t-shirt gets wet. I just wanted the whole disclaimer thing out there so I can hit you later, in case I need to," she explained. Her sweater wasn't exactly water-friendly, or she would have left it on. Stupid Antarctica. "Think I need cold or hot water for this?"

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"How 'bout we say no hitting regardless," John suggested.

"Cold water's better. Especially if you want temporary hold." His response was based more in humor than knowledge.

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"Cold water it is, then," she said, and went to dunk her head under the shower. She got out a few minutes later, head soaking wet and with a towel around her shoulders to catch the drips. "Now what?"

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John grinned. This would be fun. "Now you sit there, and I'll dump this stuff on your head, and then we scrub it in and wait."

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Dawn glanced around. "You want me to sit on the floor? Of the boys' bathroom?" Ewwww. "Isn't there another towel or something?"

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"No, there's a stool," John pointed. "I am prepared." He didn't mention how he'd slept on the floor of the girl's room last time.

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"My hero," she said, sitting on the stool and glancing upwards at him. "Jell-o me."

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"It's Kool-Aid," John corrected, ripping open a packet and dumping it on her head. "We could mix a couple glasses for you when we're done."

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"Because it makes a difference?" Dawn asked, unable to believe she was sitting still for this. Still, payback was only fair. "....this is the unsweetened kind, right?"

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John paused to read the next packet. "Uh, it says you have to add the sugar." He sprinkled the contents onto her head with a tap. "Which I could do, if you want. Might have to beware Antarctic mosquitoes then."

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"No, I want to not be a mosquito farm, thanks," she said, shaking her head before she realized that was a bad idea. A bit of green powder fell to the floor. "Are there even Antarctic mosquitoes? I'd think it would be too cold."

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"Hold still." John wondered idly if his hands were going to stay green as he patted the dye into her wet hair. "It's not all that cold. I kinda like it here."

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"What? Why?" Maybe she'd missed something? She held still, though, not wanting to get more green than necessary.

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"Do you want green eyes?" John asked, dumping the last of the powder into his hands and starting to rub it into the ends of her hair.

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"No, I meant why don't you hate Antarctica?" Dawn asked. Strangely, she wasn't hating this as much as she thought she would. "Not that I want green eyes. Not that there's anything wrong with green eyes, just that I like my blue ones just fine."

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John shrugged, keeping his focus on not getting green on himself. "The cold's not bad. You can always get more layers."

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"Okay, true. But it's not exactly bathing suit weather, is it?" She pointed out. "Plus, the toilet's backwards down here."