[ he's not permanently dyed, it's just that cheap-ass temporary dye and it is partially washed out. though that may not be better. now it's just ... mucky pond green. ]
We believed we were other people. Prisoners, in an Asylum. We were offered a choice: work for their government, or have our heads blown off.
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[on the `wack` scale that's just like. oh you dyed your hair while you were out cool cool.]
...she seemed pretty out of it before I got her to go heal up. Figure that tracks, if it was that way.
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We believed we were other people. Prisoners, in an Asylum. We were offered a choice: work for their government, or have our heads blown off.