"No, I just wanted you to realize you called me cute," Alexa shrugged finding his mock panic slightly amusing.
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"Oh, okay. I realized that. Is there something wrong with me calling you that?" Arsen grinned at her. "Would you prefer to be called something else?"
“No,” Alexa responded fiddling slightly with her damp hair, “Your just the last person that I thought would call me cute.”
"You mean to say that you thought I was a crummy jerk who had no eye for things like that?" Arsen shook his head. "Although, if you did, it means I did my job well."
“No I mean you were a prejudice asshole who wouldn’t admit that someone beneath him was possibly attractive,” Alexa responded calmly before standing up, “Anyway I think I’m going to add the red dye now.”
"I still am," Arsen said winningly, although her words cut him straight to the core. "That hasn't changed a bit, so I don't see why you say it as if it were in the past."
"Well, because your friends with me now aren't you?" Alexa asked him grabbing the red dye and beginning to go to the bathroom, "So you may still be a prejudice arsehole, but at least your less of one than you were before."
"I don't appreciate when people use my name like that," Arsen said, snickering. "Arse, Arsehole, Arsenic, Arson, I've heard them all."
"Arse is also the British version of ass," Alexa told him as she entered the bathroom popping her head out, "So the use is appropriate."
"I know that," Arsen said. "I've watched Harry Potter before." He followed her, leaning in the entryway and watching her with arms crossed.
Alexa put her gloves on again and dunked her head under the sink. She still had a towel on and had no problem just starting to dye her blonde hair red, "Oh, good. I'm glad your a cultured man."
"Thank you. I take pride in knowing things like this." Arsen grinned. "Want me to help? Or will I just mess it up even more?"
"Have you ever dyed someone's hair before?" Alexa asked him as she began to massage the red in. She was glancing between him and the mirror.
"No, but I'm sure you will tell me how," he said, smiling as if he wasn't about to do something that would help their very survival.
Alexa looked at him and paused for a moment in thought. She let out a little sigh, "Put on a pair of gloves, and then I'll tell you how."
"Yes ma'am." Arsen saluted her and pulled some gloves on quickly and got ready to do what she wanted.
Alexa saw his gloves as she kept working the dye into her hair. She looked in her hair figuring out that it could use a second loop, "Okay so see the tube. I need you to squirt some into your palm. Afterward, sort of massage it into my hair where you don't see dye already."
"Okay." Arsen did as she said, squirting a gob the size of a quarter onto his palms, and carefully rubbing it into her head. "How were you planning to do this without seeing your own hair, anyway?" He asked.
“By using mirrors, duh,” Alexa responded as she watched him through the mirror, “It’s how I’ve dyed my hair on my own for years. Now you want to focus on sort of threading it through hair to make sure it goes on evenly.”
"You can't see all of your head that way, though, even if you used multiple mirrors." Arsen did as she said, running his fingers through her hair and spreading the dye through her formerly bleach blonde hair.
Alexa found it strange that his action felt so soothing to her. She decided not to dwell on it and glanced over at him, "Yes, well after a while you sort of figure out what feels right. I also typically only dye the tips of my hair because it's less of a hassle."
"Then how come I've never seen your hair different colors?" He asked, carefully massaging the color in. "Or am I just a blind idiot?"
"I had them in when we first got to New York," Alexa responded feeling that he was doing a decent job at the moment, "But I dyed them that first night in the hotel to black."
"Oh. So I am just a blind idiot then." Arson snorted. "Figures. Not that it surprises me." He grinned. "How many colors have you tried dying it before?"
"Once I dyed my tips the rainbow for June," Alexa shrugged a little. Though it was minimum movement as to not disturb him, "Cause ya know, pride month and everything. That was fun since it really was how many colors can I get in my hair at once."
Arsen laughed slightly. "How many colors did you manage to get into your hair? Or did you just put in the typical six colors of the rainbow?"
"At least seven," Alexa responded humming a little, "I put indigo in as well. But I managed a cool effect where it looked like they all blended together. You might want to put more dye into my hair."
"That's cool." Arsen raised an eyebrow. "You already have a lot in. How much more do you need?" He did as she said, though, squirting more of the dye onto his gloved hand and applying it to her hair.
"Enough that when I rinse it out all the color won't come out," Alexa told him raising an eyebrow and looking at him from the mirror, "Which can be a problem after so much dying."
"I'll pretend I know how much that is." Arsen snorted. "Do you want me to use the rest of the bottle, or do you want me to save some for later?"