Published: November 3rd, 2018
Pairing: Dallon Weekes/Ryan Seaman
Description: Dallon and Ryan are partners in crime, but Ryan's not sure about his value.
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"Why do I have to do this?" Ryan questioned, looking down at the box in his hands. It was bright blue hair dye, a color that neither found to be particularly nice looking.
Dallon sighed, exasperated. "The camera in the last place might've gotten your hair in shot. Erase the evidence."
"But why blue?" Ryan whined, already accepting his fate. In almost every situation, Dallon was pretty much the leader. He was more level-headed than he was, and that proved to be handy. Ryan, on the other hand, was emotional, and that was hard to deal with in tough scenarios.
"It's eccentric, unusual," Dallon explained, but it was hard for him to keep a straight face. He bursted out laughing, and laughed harder at Ryan's unamused face.
"I hate you," Ryan grumbled, pushing him out of the room.
"Love you too," Dallon grinned, and then closed the door behind him. Ryan was left alone to dye his hair.
The process was annoying, more than anything else. He didn't even want to dye his hair to begin with. When it was done, however, he found himself surprised by the results.
Ryan looked in the mirror, almost urged to glance again to see if it was real or not. While the blue color certainly was "eccentric", as Dallon described it, it was oddly fitting. He didn't mind the way it looked.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Ryan said, not even looking away from the mirror.
"Damn." The word was enough to grab Ryan's attention. He turned to look at Dallon, who looked just as shocked as Ryan felt. "Blue suits you, dude."
"Yeah, surprisingly," Ryan muttered, cleaning up the area around him.
"I got blue because I thought you'd look really dumb," Dallon said, which made total sense. As far as their friendship goes, Dallon loves making him feel stupid. "It totally backfired."
"Serves you right."
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The hair dye, of course, was valuable for more than just being aesthetically pleasing. Somehow, it helped Ryan form a new personality, a different him to portray to their victims.
Blue hair inspired a more quirky personality, which somehow made people more sympathetic towards him. It was the perfect bait.
"I'll help you find your sibling," the victim said, a determined look on her face. Ryan was tempted to laugh, but held it back.
"Thank you so much!" he exclaimed, and then began to lead her away from the crowd, away from the people. Ryan led her to an abandoned alley, stopping for a moment.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"He was just here," Ryan explained. And that was the cue. Dallon silently appeared in front of them, shadows dancing off his face. Of course Dallon looks so mysterious and cool, while Ryan looks like a dork.
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Bandom Oneshots
FanfictionCollection of the oneshots I have made for the bandom, including Ryden, Peterick, Weekman, etc.