Dye-r Emergencies [Zac]

[Kelly Thompson]

Having study hall for the last class of the day was convenient and relaxing. Kelly could get his homework done or just doodle without being told to pay attention. It was the perfect thing to finish the school day with, especially on a Friday. After the bell signaled the end of the day the kids filed out of the room with happy chatter. Kelly stayed behind to get some quiet as he continued to work on the folds in the clothing he was sketching. He didn't really care how long he'd linger around, and had most of his focus on the page on the desk. He felt in a bit of a rush to get his drawings done.

He had a plan to make some money in October. So he'd push projects aside for that month, which meant either finish them now or don't start them until september. It didn't help that he just started a dA account that currently had no pictures (which he felt obliged to fix). There was a lot on his mind. All the same the boy with bright orange hair kept adding to his drawing. He continued on, quietly humming to the tune of Glass Onion by The Beatles.

Kelly's attention was cut through when he heard the door open. His head whipped up to see a very out of place person by the door. "Salut..."

[Zac Stanson]

Zac was never going to take a shower again without checking it first. His longish now-purple hair had been laughed at and ridiculed throughout the day. It was torture. Even worse, there was nothing he could do about it without some hair dye and a proper hair dresser and, honestly, Zac didn't really have enough money to be wasting it on hair-dyes. Possibly even worse than that was th fact that it wasn't his fault. He had been getting in trouble for it all day when in fact it wasn't him who dyed it.

When the bell for the end of school rang, Zac was relieved. All he really wanted to was to get to he study hall and just be alone for a bit, working on some homework. Of course, the hall probably wasn't completely empty, but atleast he didn't have to face the three girls in his dorm again.

So there was Zac, opening the door, with bright purple hair, looking tired, opening the door and seeing one other person in there.
"Hi." He sighed. "Just, don't ask."

[Kelly Thompson]

((OOC: Sorry for the short post. Kelly muse is MIA))

"Umm, okay." Most of the time Kelly really didn't care if a person decided to make there hair green, blue, or even rainbow. He did that all the time (well, not really those colors though). But the kid who walked in seemed like he wouldn't dye his hair that color, it just didn't fit for some reason or another. Besides from that the guy wasn't at all hard on the eyes.

He moved his position in his seat from the slightly awkward encounter. If he wasn't supposed to ask, then what was he supposed to say then? Staying silent while they both do their own thing wasn't really Kelly liked doing. He'd rather engage in a conversation. Still after a moment of trying not saying anything, and trying to bring his attention back to his paper, Kelly had to ask. "Did you dye it on purpose?" Not really the wording her was going for but it still got the point across.