Brown Dye and Other Infuriations

[Jaymee]

*looking in the mirror, he wrinkles his nose. The patina of brown still covered his face in uneven sploshy patches and his eyebrow was still brown, no matter how he scrubbed it. Somehow it had avoided his hair...but only barely, he noted as he traced his finger along his hairline. 'Why the hell do all the girls I meet end up doing something strange to me?!' He grumbled to himself as he scrubbed his face with the old rag again. she was incredibly lucky she is so good looking, or he might really....well, he wasn't sure what, but she was just lucky that was all he knew. That afternoon replayed in his mind, reminding him how foolish he'd been to trust her...*

Viktor's house, his new "home" if you could call it that, until he figured out how to leave. It was one of those days that couldn't get any better. He'd spent the day out wandering, trying to get his barings in a place so familiar, yet so different. Not that it was entirely a bad thing, the people here were good to look at and you certainly couldn't complain about new meat. After a while though, walking in circles going "ah crap, the Swaggers isn't here" gets a little old, so he worked his way back to Viktor's. And, much to his very good fortune, she was there.
This girl...Kaidean...man, you couldn't get a better looking woman if you drew her. He'd wanted her the moment he laid eyes on her, but then again, he'd felt that way about a lot of people so it didn't really suprise him. And naturally, he was going to turn his best charm onto her, just like all the others. Course she'd swoon for him, they all did.
Problem was...she hadn't...yet.
It was aggrivating the hell out of him. Lucky for him though, here they were alone in the whole house together. It was as if fate had handed him the key to the bank. Swaggering over to her as she stood in the dining room, he put on his best winning smile. Kaidi was staring at one of the walls, looking very lost in thought. He studied her for just a moment, looked her up and down and letting his mind go where it pleased.
She turned her head suddenly and looked at him. "You'll do. Come stand over here." He raised a brow, looking incredibly confused but did as she said, thinking maybe just maybe it really was his lucky day. Putting her hand in the middle of his chest, she pushed him against the wall she was staring at. He couldn't help the *clink* that followed. "Close your eyes," she commaned. He tried his best to look alluring as she moved from him. He could hear her rummaging in the drawers beside him, rejecting item after item, and then give a small laugh.
He had no idea what was going on until suddenly he was very very wet and she was laughing. "what the hell?!" He wiped his eyes gingerly and opened them, blinking at the burning from the liquid running in his eyes. She stood holding a tub and grinning from ear to ear. He looked at his hands, dripping brown dye and frowned.

She told him he made a lovely work of art...

*Seriously, this girl...it was all her fault he looked like he'd been in a tailoring accident...or attacked by an angry painter...and yet. He could not get her out of his head. She drove him crazy! He stared at his reflection in the bowl of water, the one brown and one orange eyebrow thing really bothering him. He flicked it and then ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up worse than ever. He had the distinct feeling this girl was going to be harder than he thought...*

[Kaidean]

Kaidean listened to the grumbling coming from the other side of the wall in her temporary home and felt the corner of her lip twitch in an involuntary grin. Serves him right, the cocky bastard, she thought to herself as she heard Jaymee splashing in his wash basin. She had no doubt he was trying to get the dye off his face yet again, and failing.. yet again. This gave her a sort of sadistic pleasure, and though she tried to hide that fact, she knew it showed plainly on her face. She hoped it did, anyway. There was no way she'd ever be able to live with herself if the attraction she felt for the elf actually showed on the surface. She shuddered at the thought. If she thought he was persistant now, she couldn't imagine how bad he'd be if he actually thought he had a chance with her!

Sitting at the edge of the bed, she picked up a comb and ran it through her long, waist-length tresses. While she combed her hair, she recalled the incident that had caused Jaymee his current.. hue. She had been in the dining room of Viktor's house. He had been rearranging furniture all day, and had asked for her opinion or advice on a number of occassions. She had the feeling that there was another woman present in the house, though she hadn't yet seen her. It was a question she had filed away for another time. When the room was finished, she still thought something was missing from the wall. There needed to be a painting or something else ornamental on it. But of what?

That was when Jaymee had come sauntering into the room, as surefire and cocky as ever. When he stood near the barren wall the idea had struck her to have his silouette on it. She had gently postioned him against the wall, but hadn't anything to trace him with. She had politely asked him to hold the pose while she looked for something to transpose his outline, and that's when she came across the tub of dye. Well it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

The big baby.

She set down the comb. You'd have thought she threw fire at him. Or rats. She had heard he hated them, and had seen that first hand. Maybe she'd give him one as a gesture of good faith and forgiveness. Shrugging her shoulders as she thought of how to apologize the most insincerest way possible, she thought to herself: he really does make a lovely work of art.

[Jaymee]

He strolled the streets of Luna, stopping here and there to look at the random wares being offered by the street vendors. The brown glow had finally faded from his skin, his hair had finally washed every bit of the muddy look from it.
Unfortunately, it hadn't all gone. That one blasted eyebrow was still left a deep cocoa brown. He had tied his bandana lower than usual, so it covered his browline. The last few days of people asking him what happened to his face had been really aggrivating. It took him back to the days before people started ignoring his burns.
He shook his head a bit. He'd get Kaidi back...though it would be difficult. He'd have to do it in a way that wouldn't make her hate him. I mean, lets face it, as much as she annoyed him, at this moment she was like his ultimate challenge.
So he walked the streets, looking for just the right thing to exact a perfected revenge for his eyebrow...