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“Hey, hey, you know how many chickas would love to be my kid sister?” Shiloh grinned at her, sticking out his tongue. “You should wish you’d be so lucky, Maebe, baby.”

He was laughing at himself now, the sound soft and warm as he watched her loosen her hair. She had beautiful hair and a little dash of pink would be the perfect addition. He’d set the hair dye and a hairbrush down next to his towel and he stepped behind the bench, gesturing for her to sit down in front of him.

“I won’t ruin it, promise. If I do, you have full permission to ruin mine, ‘kay? Besides, you’re more than just hair, don’t be silly.”

"Ah, not important, not important," he waved her question off, picking up her hair as she sat down, and idly combing his fingers through it.

"Soft," he mused, before for parting into several chunks, and separating them with elastics, until one streak-sized piece remained on the left side. The instructions usually called for a plastic cap and pulling the hair through but that was way too much work in Shiloh's opinion, and he'd been doing this long enough, he wasn't too worried. "You'll have to forgive me, I know this 'do' isn't exactly flattering but otherwise you're gonna end up with a whole head of pink. 'Course, nothing wrong with being my twin."

He grinned at her, then leaned over to pick up the dye, stirring it a little with the brush. "Now just hold still, so you and I won't be able to pass for siblings..."

Shiloh tilted his head back at that, laughing heartily.

“Oh, I think your hairstyle will be plenty scary enough.”

When he got the giggles out of his system, he picked up the separated strand again, and held it out at arm’s length. It looked like a good size, not too big but big enough that it wouldn’t get lost in the rest of her hair. Setting the jar of dye down, he picked up the brush, and set about applying the colour. He grinned a little to himself, he loved seeing the bright color go down, and Maebe’s hair was the perfect shade of blonde for it. She was going to look good.

“Well, you know, it’s pretty standard for siblings to hate each other, just a little, so I suppose that works out alright, eh?” He gave her hair a playful tug. “Do you have any actual siblings, Maebe?”

Maebe was quiet, and she looked pensive. Her answer confused him but Shiloh didn’t press the matter further. If she had wanted to volunteer more information she would have, and as the thoughts of his own siblings left him with mixed feelings, and a familiar pang of sadness, he was more than glad to accept the topic change.

“Looks great,” He grinned, dropping the brush in favor of working the last bits of color into her hair with his fingers. “Now comes the fun part – we wait.”

He’d forgotten about the waiting. But he enjoyed Maebe’s company, as once he was sure her strands were completely covered, he slid onto the bench next to her, carefully holding the pink piece away from the rest of her hair.

Maebe just kind of stared at him while he held the piece of hair up.

And stared.

".. So you're just going to. Hold it. The entire time?" Was that actually his plan? "Isn't your arm going to get tired? And didn't you want me to do your touch-up, too?" She just didn't think Shiloh had thought any of this through. So she was calling him out on it.

Bluntly.

Because that was how Maebe do.

"Plenty of-"

Wait, she didn't want to know.

She spared him a withering look, and shook her head. "Just put the hair inside of your glove, and let it sit on my head. Then I can get to work on yours - do you have extra gloves for me? Or did you not think that far ahead either?"

She was not letting him off so easily, but she might have snuck in the tiniest of smiles, because she was really starting to enjoy teasing him about his mistakes.

Maebe's jaw dropped.

"You came here without gloves? What - what are you - why are you - Shiloh you're a real winner." The sarcasm was dripping from her voice once she stopped stuttering from disbelief. He was right, though. She wasn't about to get her hands dirty.

Which begged the question..

"How the hell am I supposed to help you color your hair if you didn't bring me gloves?"