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The girls were both gorgeous, but otherwise couldn’t have been more different in appearance and demeanor--If Brian were to casually personify Stephanie as an innocent angel of conscience perched upon one shoulder, then Kelly would be the corrupting devil straddling the opposite shoulder. “Here, lemme get all my junk outta the way,” Brian said, shifting his scattered belongings off the dresser and into a neat pile beside the bed. “I might, if it’s okay, I’ll take a shower?” Stephanie asked. “Of course, go ahead,” Brian said, “Guess you’ve probably been wanting to try and wash the pink out Cumshots of your hair?” “…Y-yeah,” Stephanie slowly nodded, a complicated expression crossing her face. “That too.” “Yeah, what’s up with her hair?” Kelly asked Brian. “Are you doin’ something to her? Like at first there was just the one little streak, and then when I saw her again tonight it’s like, all over. Hair doesn’t spontaneously turn colors.” “It happened whenever we… uh, when we… kissed,” Stephanie fussed, adjusting her glasses. “Both times, I think?” “Well, lemme see you guys kiss, then,” Kelly insisted. “Let’s see the magic.” “I-I didn’t say they were magic,” Stephanie sputtered, looking down and scuffing the toe of her boot against the other nervously. “I mean, well, th-they are , but I didn’t mean that I think that, uh, you see--” “Actually… may I?” Brian interrupted, gently drawing Stephanie’s pink rabbit-ear headband free of the girl’s hair, “I’ve been thinking these are the culprit. You were wearing them all day, right? Did you make them yourself?” “Uhm… oh! Yes, a little, it was uh, an Easter decoration I had, I glued them onto a better headband, and… the ears were white, I dyed them red for the costume…” Realization seemed to dawn on Stephanie. “What’d you use to dye them?” he asked, offering the accessory back to her. “Sharpie cores,” Stephanie admitted in embarrassment. “Red sharpie cores, put in, ah, soaked in rubbing alcohol. From a tutorial I found for dyeing synthetic fiber wigs… it must have come off into my hair? The guide did have all these warnings about st-staining things accidentally… gosh, I’m so Japanese Porn stupid!” She frowned cutely as she rubbed the material of the fluffy costume ear between her Asian Girls Fucking thumb and forefinger, inspecting it closely. All the swathes of pink in her blonde hair began at the crown of her head right where the headband had rested, so it did seem plausible enough. “Hey, s’okay,” Brian said, “Costume accidents happen all the time. If you meet my friend Emily on Sunday she’ll tell you ‘bout all her costume mishaps.” A little bit of dye coming off in your hair is nothing compared to that body-paint fiasco, or last year with the band-aids that wouldn’t stay on her nipples. “So wait, the color in Steph’s hair just… seeps out when she gets nervous and sweats, or something?” Kelly asked, ineffectively hiding a smirk behind her hand. “I’m going to go shower now,” Stephanie blurted quickly, looking mortified. She turned, heaving her travel bag into the tiny bathroom, and pulled the door closed behind her. “You really okay with that, Brian?” Kelly asked, kicking off her skate-shoes and looking for a place to sit. “She might fuck up the hotel towels with all that pink.” He had no success Asian Girls Fucking with that but did find a lot of juicy drama. Rather, that tight curve of muscle shaping his calves was beautifully trim—pared down to the essentials and without an ounce of extraneous flesh. 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