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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"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."

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John looked at the urinals on the wall. "Backwards?"

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"The water? It swirls backwards?"

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John stared for a moment, "Oh right! The whole Southern Hemisphere thing. I hadn't noticed." He was observant.

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She rolled her eyes. "Are you almost done?"

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John tugged on her hair that was now saturated with both water and lime flavor. "Shouldn't it sit? Don't girls wait hours at the salon for this stuff?"

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"They don't usually use Kool-Aid," she pointed out, even if he was right. "Maybe it should, though."

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"And maybe they should," John decided. "This smells much nicer than I ever remember a salon smelling."

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"You've been to a salon? Oh, what am I asking? Of course you have." After all, she'd seen his head.

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John couldn't really deny it. "Hey, I have cowlicks." It was such a convenient excuse.

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"And they dispense product?"

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"No!" John furrowed his brows. "You are aware that I brought scissors with me, right?"

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"I'll be good," she said immediately.

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"Thought so," John smiled again.

"Hmm, I'd say it's been long enough. Let's see how this looks all dried out."

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Oh, she feared. "Okay. I think I need to rinse it or brush it or something, first?"

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"Rinsing's good," John said. "It's not like you want to walk around with the little undissolved bits in your hair." He'd done such a good job of this, really.

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"Oh, ew, there are undissolved bits?" Dawn was already on the way to the shower. "You have to come inspect, so I don't get, like, bugs."