xp_logs | Kurt and Monet, Tuesday afternoon (Reply)

Kurt fulfils a promise to Monet and lets her have her way with him.

Monet knocked on Kurt's door, a bag of varying shades of pink hair dye in one hand and a scrap of paper with a pencilled in time for a hair appointment in the other. "Hey, Kurt?"

He opened the door a few seconds later, with a pleased if slightly surprised smile on seeing his visitor. "Hello, Monet."

Monet smiled. "You remember how I said you'd look good with pink hair? And you didn't disagree?" Much. "Well, I wasn't sure if you wanted to go to a salon so I booked you in and I brought these." She waved the bag. "It's just a rinse, so you don't needneed to go to a salon."

That got a blink... but then, he *had* said he'd let her do it, and he didn't go back on his word. Even for this. "I think perhaps it would be better if you do it, if you feel able."

Monet nodded and rubbed her hands in glee. "Awesome! Do you have a towel?"

"I think one can be found, yes." He turned, slightly bemused by her enthusiasm but going with it, and headed for the bathroom.

Monet gave a slightly mad cackle and followed him.

It wasn't long before Kurt was bent over the bath, hair wet, as Monet prepared to apply the dye.

Monet paused for a moment, admiring the view before applying the dye. Mmm.... Kurt back. Bad Monet! "Let me know if I like, damage you? Or anything?"

He risked a careful glance sideways, without moving his head enough to spray her with water. "If you have done this before, as I think you have, I do not see that as likely. But I will tell you if you do, yes."

"Good good." Monet stripped off the plastic gloves that came with the dye and stood back. "We're down to the waiting part, now."

"Is it safe to sit up?" he asked, not moving until she said it was all right. He wasn't exactly an old hand at this, and he didn't want dye to run into his face, or anything.

"Yep. I think. Look, it should be right. I mean, it's a rinse, so it should come out in a day or two, anyway, even if it gets everywhere. Coffee?"

He nodded and sat up carefully, turning to lean against the side of the bath. "Coffee would be very good, thank you."

***

Monet looked at Kurt critically - his hair was still damp, rendering the colour a shade or two darker than it would be later. "I like it. What do you think?"

He peered at himself in the mirror, carefully. "It... really does not look bad. I will have fun with the reactions, I think."