Living in Color
I sighed as I had just finished dying my ginger red hair to a dark brown. I wrapped the still wet with dye hair up into a shower cap, and took the towel off of my shoulders, and I almost jumped out of my damn skin when I turned around and Bendy was sitting behind me, apparently watching as I dyed my hair.
"BENDY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" I screeched, and was suddenly thankful that I was actually wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts.
"Why were you putting that gross smelling stuff in your hair for?" Bendy asked, far too calm for someone who was just watching someone quietly for the past twenty minutes at most. I just heave