Don't Call It A Gift

Noriko is rarely without her gauntlets, but obscenely early on this particular morning she is bare-armed for a reason, black latex gloves masking her hands and a black tee shirt masking her shoulders from the hair dye currently being applied to her head. Her roots are growing in a little faster than she'd like, so the darkest color blue is going on her scalp, and getting lightened as she goes down.

Notably this is only on most of her hair, because once the dye is in and sectioned off to set in properly Noriko is clicking on a pair of electric clippers and giving herself a side undercut. Might as well keep thing interesting.

Mags would be forgiven for wondering exactly what is going on given his twenty-year-old girlfriend is in nothing other than the tee shirt and gloves, perched on the bathroom counter to clean her edges. You know, a you do.