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Leonardo
I smiled at Belle as she spiked up my hair.
She's taken an interest in being a hairstylist even though I'm the only person that will let her touch their hair.
Ara said she didn't want to go bald.
"Good?" she asked, as I looked in the mirror.
"Fucking great," I nodded at her.
She ushered me to sit back down before pulling out green temporary hair dye.
"Can I put this in your hair?"
"Sure," I replied, as she leaned down kissing my cheek before starting to spray it in my hair, "why the fuck does it smell like that?"
"Chemicals."
After a minute she backed away looking at me with a smile, "I think you look adorable."
I stood up walking to a mirror as Belle followed me, "It looks good Amore," I nodded.
It looks like I'm growing fucking mold on my head.
"I knew you would love it."
I leaned down kissing her, "I have to go to work soon."
"You should wear your hair like this to work."
"I don't think I should."
"You look adorable," she told me, "don't you like it?"
I gave her a unsure look as she tilted her head slightly frowning, "Fine," I sighed as she grinned at me, "but you have to come with."
"To your work?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "deal?"
She held out her hand, "Deal."
"Really?"
"It might be boring, especially if you have paperwork," she said, "but I love you so I'll go plus people deserve to see my hair skills."
"You only said yes since you feel bad about the kidnapping, yeah?"
She nodded, "Yeah."
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