Meanwhile, Vyler was trying to give his trademark cold shoulder to his unwelcome guest, Zach, who was still sitting on his chair arm. He wasn't saying anything, thank god, and Vyler was pointedly looking the other way.
As he sat, his hair, black to the roots and almost fully shaven, started creeping out of his now pale head. It quickly turned very light blonde, almost white, and held that color as it finished pooling on top of his head. It continued falling behind him, sliding against his neck in silky white-blonde strands, but he didn't feel it at all.
What he did feel, however, were two small hands grasping his shoulders in a manner that was almost soothing until...
“Hey!” Vylera snapped his head towards the offending party. As it did, his new hair took the opportunity to tie itself into a tight but extraordinarily fashionable French braid. But Vylera was more focused on Zach, who had just dared to enter his personal space.
“What? I said you needed to unwind, and there's no better way to lighten up than a massage,” Zach said with a smirk. As he did, he stretched out his hands. Delicate, small hands with painted red nails that had no business being on a boy's body. “And hey, the other girls all say I've got magic hands. I wanted to offer you the best.”
With each word, bits of deep red started appearing on Zach's lips. By the time he had finished talking, he possessed seductive cupid's bow lips covered in immaculate red lipstick.
“Fuck off, really,” was all Vylera had to say to Zaceth as he turned back away from him. Inside, he was struggling to not admit that he'd actually enjoyed that half-second massage he'd received...
