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➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 005

"

My roots are starting to show."
Amala mumbled when she lifts her gaze to the mirror, spotting her best friends fed up gaze when yet again, Amala was busy layering hair dye to her head.

The truth it was though,after having appeared in the human Jimin's first dream she awoke to her hair in a consequential aftermath.

Her strands were tangled and shrinkingly coiled,her once blue blackly dyed hair an auburn red with it's unique striking scarlet red streaks.

Knowing it would attract too much attention,she lingered in bed and ignored her blaring alarm of her 11'o clock class.

Her roommate rather, namely her best friend Simone and also one of the rare who are human to know her as Amala the Demonic Succubus,was to face the burden of helping her with all the thick,long,and tangled hair that cocooned into a mess on her head.

Folks always talk about how nice it must be to have such thick luscious healthy curls,but they never consider the labor thee owner might be put through once it comes to taking care of it.

"Why do you keep on doing this to me?!"
Her voice is something equal to a hollow scream,as she sinks to the ground in despair,a display of her usual dramatics.

Amala rolls her eyes at this,quite used to Simone ever being the drama queen.

"It's not even that much hair dude,why all the whining?"

As Amala finishes her sentence,while simultaneously scooping another gooey lot to plaster to her hair,she misses the way Simone's eyes stretch comically at how she just brushed off what had to be the most tiring thing to do in the world.

And that she literally described her hair as,not even that much.

"Says the person who complains about it almost every day?
I don't think I get where you're coming from with all this shit talk of your hair not even being that much,like girl,you've seen it yeah?"
Simone huffs,her movements seem like that of a retarted person with how she slowly move the limbs.

Amala frowns as she thinks it over,her gloved fingers tugging and trudging through knotted strands while she tries to apply the blue black hair dye as thoroughly as she can.

Her hair was quite exhausting to take care of ,yes,this she knew,and most of the time she felt like shaving the bunch of and walking around with an obscenely cleanly shaven head,other times she feels like tugging the strands out of the skin of a her scalp one by one when they do not want to work in corporation with her that day,but with that being all beside the point,her hair.

Was really not that much was it?

"Can we just move past the subject and get a move on?
My arms are threatening to fall off."
She sighs, having given up on the thought of figuring out her true feelings towards her hair.

For now she would settle with the love hate relationship she has with them.

And well,the fact that she couldn't do anything but settle with them seeing as it was simply impossible getting rid of them without them growing back ten thousand times worse.

She settles her hands on her barren dresser instead, having learnt her lesson when more than half her stuff were stained black after her careless demeanor when applying hair dye to her head, awaiting on Simone to lift her ass so that she could help manage the lot that was her hair.

"I don't get why you keep on hiding them.I would kill for my natural hair colour to be so surreal and unique,you know?"
She scoffs, shrugging her shoulder bag down onto her bed before kicking off her shoes to make her way over to Amala in her pink socks.