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“So? Do you like it?” Quen raised her brows, clasping her hands in front of her as she waited for her brother to say something about her new hair. “It’s orange.” He pointed this out, rather bluntly, still sitting on the edge of his desk. “…so is that a no?” Quen brushed the bright strands away from her face, focusing in on Nate. “It was just an observation. If I didn’t like it, I would have said no.” “Well, you didn’t say yes.” “I’m just getting used to it.” It was the truth, since he was used to seeing her with pink, or even green…sometimes blue or purple, but he was pretty sure that this was the first time he had seen Quentin with her hair this particular hue. “Hm…it looks good.” He said with a slow nod. “…is that a hm, it looks good, like…hm, I don’t really like it, but it’ll do, or is it a hm, now that I’ve been looking at it for a while I’ve come to realize that I really do like it.” “…first of all, everyone needs to stop reading so far into those, and second of all, it was a ‘it looks good’; which means, with or without the noise in front of it, that it looks good.”