Characters: Abernathy and Yevgeni
Setting: His room, Wednesday
Content: SFW
Summary: Abernathy and Yev promised to dye their hair blue on Mardi Gras. This is the follow through.

Abernathy found herself bored after class on Wednesday. She remembered a little promise that was made to her on Mardi Gras and a certain freshman she hadn't seen since then. She bounded up to her room to grab the supplies she'd need and then found her way to Yev's dorm, knocking cheerfully on his door.

"Housekeeping," she joked. "Would you like a mint on your pillow?"

Yev had been doing his fair share of avoiding everyone ever since Mardi Gras although he did remember making friends with a delightful girl named Abernathy. The knock on his door jolted him from his book and he looked at the door suspiciously. "Come in," he called from his bed.

She pushed the door open and grinned at him. "Do you know how many arms I had to twist to get your address?" she teased. Then she plunked down on the end of his bed and shook her bag of goodies in his direction. "Do you happen to remember a little pinkie promise you made me at the Mardi Gras shindig?"

He grinned over at her and shook his head. "I briefly remember making a promise but I do not recall what it was for," he laughed. "Whatever it was though, I will honor our pinkie promise." He really hoped it wasn't something terrible like piercing his ears or worse... oh it could get way worse. He shuttered a little. "What did I pinkie promise again?" his voice raising slightly in his inflection.

She laughed whole heartedly and removed a bottle of dye from her bag. "You promised to let me dye your hair blue." Then she reached out and scruffed the top of his head. "Well. We might have to do a bit of lightening first, but I won't bleach blond you."

Yev laughed, entirely relived. "That is way better than I thought it was going to be," he grinned. Though he was sure he would look pretty ridiculous with blue hair. "A pinkie promise is a pinkie promise right?" he smiled. "This could very well give the entire student body a massive heart attack," he joked.

Or a good laugh, she thought, but she kept that to herself. She liked Yev and she figured this would be a nice bonding experience. "So. Go wet your hair and come back here so we can begin this torture."

"Alright," he said rubbing his dark hair and standing up from his bed. He snuck into his bathroom and wet his hair in the sink. Walking out into the bedroom with a towel around his shoulders he looked around the room. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked. "A t-shirt to cover your clothes or something?"

"Fuck 'em," she said cheerfully. She'd gotten good enough at dying hair that she didn't ruin clothes anymore. "Are you in love with this towel?" she asked before she started applying a lightener to his hair.

"Okay!" he said settling into his chair. "Not at all," he laughed. "That would be a silly thing would it not?" he asked. He lowered his voice dramatically. "I am in love with this towel," he joked in his best portrayal of romanticism.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you had an inappropriate relationship with your towel. And then I'd slowly back out of the room and run all the way back to mine," she teased. Then she settled her gloved hands in hair and started squishing the lightening agent down into his roots. "And look at that. You get a free head massage. I bet you get girls doing shit for you all the time by pretending to be a nice boy. I'm on to you."

Yev laughed brightly at that. "Me and my towel are very close," he joked. He closed his eyes a bit at her hands in his hair, it was a comforting feeling. "Oh no," he said his face turning red. "I have not had anyone else touching my head since I was a little boy and my mom washed my hair for me," he admitted. "And you are the first girl to actually come into my room!" he added.

She laughed at that. "You think your mom will mind?" she asked with a quirky smirk. And then she bumped the back of his chair with her hip. "I'm honored and also worried that all the other girls will get jealous. You probably shouldn't tell them it was me that popped your room's cherry."

He laughed gently. "She has been dead for a long time, I do not think she will mind. In fact I think she would be quite happy that a girl is massaging my head," he grinned. "Aww, there are not other girls who will get jealous," he laughed. Yevgeni had a tendency to attract a lot of female friends but of course he was completely oblivious to this phenomenon. "Your secret is safe with me though," he said pressing a finger to his lips.

"Oh. Sorry," Abernathy said momentarily. "If it makes you feel any better, my mom's dead too." And that was that. "Oh no. I don't want a troop of angry bitches banging on my door and demanding to know what went on in here." Then she started giggling because she wasn't about to have sex with a freshman, and certainly not a de Kooning, even if he was the nice one. She finished massaging the formula in and stepped back, using a quick charm to remove the rest from her gloves so she could safely put her hands on her hips to observe the handiwork. "It might tingle and it might prickle a bit. If it burns we've got to abort and go rinse."

"It is alright," he said simply, normally he would have reached over and patted her hand but he did not want to get dye on his hands, he also considering patting her shoulder or arm but did not want to risk a boob graze or a butt graze with his new friend. He laughed away. "I am completely innocent!" he said. "I would not do anything distasteful," he laughed. "Though I would still like to know where this angry mob of girls is coming from," he teased. At first he did not feel anything at all except the goopeyness of dye on his head head but after a while it started to tingle a bit.

AB then remembered her own promise to do a matching streak. She squirted a bit more lightener on her glove and plucked a new part of hair to streak, since her old streak was still green. She could probably just layer the blue over the green, but it wouldn't turn out nearly the same color. "Does that look even?" she asked, tilting her head toward him as she ran her gloved hand over the hair. "I don't know how you don't know that you have the de Kooning charm. You can't help it man. You're just a panty dropper. Girls get within range and they just want to do bad things to you." Explains the attraction of Emilie Devlin.

"It looks very good!" Yev said brightly as he watched her lighten her own hair. He felt his skin warming, turning his face and neck completely red when she talked about panties and girls. He shook his head. "I do not think so," he laughed. "I..." he just kept on laughing, too shy to say anything about panties and how often they dropped. He doubted anyone wanted to do bad things to him but he wasn't about to bring that up at all. "You are far too kind," he shook his head. "Has it started lightening yet?" he asked.

She noticed how red he turned and decided to let the poor kid off the hook. No need to razz her new best friend forever about all the bitches he could be banging. "A bit," she said. "Takes about 20 minutes and then we'll go rinse."

"Oooo," Yev nodded slightly, not wanting to upset the balance of his head and lightened. He twiddled his thumbs for only a second before realizing how silly he looked. "So Abernathy... what do you like to do for fun?" he asked. "I feel like if we are to be proper best buds we should know these things about each other," he said with a silly little grin.

She laughed easily, more with him than at him. "Oh you know, kicking ass, taking names, raising hell." It was hard to pinpoint all the things she liked and she always felt weird trying to sum it up.

He laughed. "Well I hope you take their names after you kick their asses, avoid the hassle," he grinned. "I have not been in a fight here," he shrugged. "No one has ever gotten me angry enough, I think this is a good thing though," he admitted.

Abernathy shrugged only a little self-consciously. "I dunno. Sometimes I just fight. There's a permanent seat in detention with my name on it. Not really sure how I avoided trouble these last few months." She paused a moment and frowned. "I was on probation." Which she thought was pretty harsh. And now she was afraid to fight for her honor or whatever it was that drove her into punching Adelaide in the side of the head. She was afraid to even tell anyone that the bitch had thrown a quod at her head. "I need to get out of here before this place kills me," she added quietly.

Yev nodded, listening, honestly he was surprised that she had some how managed to get into more trouble than either of his brothers. That alone was a miracle. "You only have a year left," he said encouragingly. "Hang out with your new best bud more, we will not fight," he grinned at her. "We will be goofy," he laughed.

"I don't know that I know how to be goofy," she replied with a frown. She didn't want to talk about this anymore. it was only turning her mood sour. At the very least she could change the subject, turn it back around to him. "What kinds of things do you like to do?"

"Of course you can be goofy," he laughed. "Just hang with me and you will find out." He considered her question for a minute. "I like animals, they are far easier to understand than people," he smiled ruefully. "I like the woods and playing piano. I like languages and learning but I am shit with putting my magic into practice," he grinned again. "I was thinking about maybe taking up quodpot next semester. But that is basically it," he shrugged. "I think I am a very uncomplicated person."

"There's no such thing as an uncomplicated person," she replied tartly. But then she smiled. "I like animals too. And the woods; I live in the woods when I'm not at school. Don't think I could play piano." She made a little face about quodpot, mostly because she wasn't very interested in it herself. "I wish the woods around here were safer." Then she laughed. "I supposed their just as dangerous as real woods. An animal is an animal is a monster, right?"

"I agree," he nodded. "There is nothing in the woods that has harmed me yet, even with all the crazy things happening at school. I am not too worried, though perhaps I should be more cautious," he shrugged. "I never go into the woods without Sam though and she is far more alert than I am," he grinned.

Almost as if on cue, the small cat knocked over a pile of books from his desk and looked over at the two with her big eyes. She mewed at them and Yev laughed. "Yes Sam, I am talking about you," he shook his head.

For a moment she thought he meant Sam, but then he used the feminine pronoun and she was just confused. Then the kitty meowed and Abernathy grinned. "She's adorable!" Abby exclaimed and then held her hand out so the kitty could sniff. "Cats are kind of brilliant. They know exactly when you're talking about them."

Sam sniffed at her hand and then head butted it in an attempted to get more scritches. "She is," he agreed brightly. "Sam is the best," he beamed. "She gets very indignant when I do not take her with me into the woods though. Do you have any cats?"

"No. No pets. I'm not home enough to keep them there and I don't have a familiar. If I did I imagine it would be something ridiculous, like a porcupine." She laughed and looked at her watch. "It's about time we rinse. Can we both fit in your bathroom?"

Yev laughed along with her. "I think a porcupine would be perfectly reasonable," he grinned. "I think we should be able to fit, as long as you do not mind a tight squeeze," he stood from his chair and lead the way to the bathroom. It was a bit small but not impossible.

She took the sink to rinse her hair and asked Yev for a towel with her head still upside down and dripping. She sat down on the back of his toilet once her hair was wrapped. "I brought the dye here, just in case we get messy." She grinned and accio'd her gloves into the bathroom to slide them on. "Whenever you're ready."

Toweling his own hair dry, he leaned against the sink. "That is good thinking as I am a pretty clumsy guy," he grinned. Well, he was half way there, might as well just finish it off. "I am ready," he said taking a sit on the edge of the bath.

His hair had lightened quite nicely, not all the way blond, but to a nicer sandy brown that would take the dye well. She poured a glob on the top of his head and massaged the next round of dye in. She streaked her own as soon as she was done and waited. This would take about the same amount of time, longer if they wanted a very dark blue.

"We'll rinse this in a bit and then we're done. I'd suggest not washing your hair for a day or two, and maybe sleeping with a towel over your pillow." She'd had a few incidents of waking up to blue streaks across her pillow case. "And stay out of the rain unless you want to tie dye your tshirts."

He grinned. "Tie dye is not quite my style. Though I am sure you could make it work." He looked at the floor. "Thanks Abby," he said a bit shyly.

"Oh hush," she said to both making tie dye work and his thanks. "We keep our promises."

"Yes we do," he nodded. He didn't make friends as easily as other people did, it was something of a small miracle when he did make a new friend. It was also nice not to get compared to his brothers for once. Not wanting to get too sentimental he pulled a silly face. "Especially pinkie promises," he grinned. "I once promised my room mate to watch all three Lord of the Rings movies in one sitting. Extended edition. By the end of the weekend I thought I was going to die," he laughed.

"That sounds like something my brother would do." She shrugged and laughed with him. "Boys are just about ridiculous." The next twenty minutes pass in pleasant banter. "All right boy, rinse!"

Yev found himself enjoying her company, it was nice to finally just hang out. After the twenty minutes was up he stuck his head under the running tub water and watched as the water turned blue, filling up the tub. He ran his hands through his hair, making sure to rinse it all out before he turned off the water and wrapped his head in a towel. Straightening out he rubbed his head with the towel and unwrapped it from his head, exposing his incredibly blue hair. "How does it look?" he asked grinning.

"So awesome," she replied with a giant grin. She finished toweling off her hair and shook it out. "How's the streak? Mind-numbingly awesome, yeah?"

He beamed at her. "It looks fantastic!" he agreed. "Everyone will be jealous of our new fantastic hair color," he grinned.

"Super omega jealous," she teased doing her worst impression of a Valley Girl. "Yev, do you see what you're turning me into?"

He laughed. "A Valley Girl?" he asked raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"An atrocity," she replied. Then she shoved at him idly. "Well. You're blue now. I'm going to leave you to your homework and pretend that I lost mine so I can play video games in the lounge."

He snorted. "But of course," he said standing and walking her to the door. "I am glad that you came over today," he grinned. "Stop by sometime again."

"I'm glad too." She slung her hair dye bag over her shoulder. "You're welcome to stop by my room when you like. Just you know... Don't get caught. You'll get a horrible reputation hanging out with me."

He pointed to his now blue head. "I am already loud and proud," he grinned. "I will take whatever reputation they throw my way."