savetheearth | The Fake Grape Stomp

Who:Bakura and anyone~!
When: All day Sunday.
Where: Around Locke City, especially the arcade
What: Bakura took up Julian's offer and got his hair dyed kool-aid grape and decided to show off that and his "new" trench with a stop around town.

It might have been a little warm for a black trench coat but the swish of the open coat helped any heat that it pulled in escape and honestly, Bakura was enjoying himself a bit too much to care. The hair dying had gone pretty well, and even if it wasn't as dark as he had hoped, it did make his hair look like it was intentionally a weird colour instead of just being... white, and with the summer growth it was even longer than normal, which just felt right, oddly enough.

...the sneakers ruined the badass effect, though. But whatever, he didn't have stompy boots and wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to bother with them. He wouldn't have even bothered with the trench if it hadn't shown up, but since it had...

He couldn't shake the lingering smell of that grape koolaid, however. He was pretty sure it was all in his head -- or nose even!-- after sitting with that stuff soaking into his hair for so long.

Most of the day was spent in and out of the arcade, with his usual evening stop at the gym. Not that he had too much aggression to get out, as he was actually in a pretty good mood, all things considered! But he couldn't let himself get soft~

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There was a faint smile at that. "Yeah. Well. They aren't stuck with it, so," he shrugged. "And my grandparents are really good with stuff like that. Long as I ask and it's nothing that's going to cause trouble, they're usually okay with it. And it helps that this should wash out in less than a month too.

"Yeah, seems like something that isn't permanent would be an easier sell." Hajime nodded and wondered why Bakura hadn't just dyed his hair back to black or another more normal color if the white hair bothered him, but he refrained from asking. Didn't want to pry. "How'd you do it, anyway?"

That was as good a way of asking, "am I crazy, or do I smell grapes?" Because the wind shifted, and Hajime could have sworn he got a very faint whiff of grape, but that could have been his imagination or something from somewhere else.

"Eh...?" Bakura blinked before pulling forward a chunk of his hair to take a deep sniff. "Aaaah! It should have washed out!" he exclaimed, utterly horrified. "I washed it three times when I got home just to make sure all the smell was out!"

Hajime made a face. "I'd suggest using something with a stronger smell to try to mask it...but then you'd run the risk of running around smelling like a fruit stand instead. Or both things at once, anyway."

The teen's shoulders slumped. "I'll just... wash it a bunch more times tonight... Maybe use some of that flowery shampoo of grandma's... It'd blend right in with that."

"Careful, though--you don't want the color to fade any more than it has to." Or to smell like a grandma. Even if Bakura's grandma wasn't a little old lady, smelling like a grandma just didn't seem like a very good idea. "Or maybe just get some cologne or something and try to cover it up with that."

At least cologne wouldn't smell like a grandma?

"...So I'd smell like a douchbag instead of a fruit stand? I'll take the fruit stand...."

"Yeah, it's not like you've got the best of choices there..." Hajime fell silent for a moment, trying to think of ways to neutralize unpleasant smells that didn't involve more unpleasant smells. "Maybe if you stuffed your pillowcase with Odor Eaters before you went to sleep tonight? Maybe that would help kill the smell? Draw it away, maybe?"

He is aware that this is a horrible idea, but it's the only thing he can think of, sadly.

"...I'll just deal with the grape..." Bakura answered, half hiding behind his hand. "Or dust it with charcoal before I shower next or something."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best." Hajime winced a little at the memory of his own idea there; it was pretty bad. "Besides, it's not that strong...just noticeable when the wind turned this way."

"Just enough to be noticed, huh? Aaa~aaaah...." Bakura lamented with a long sigh. "As long as it fades eventually...!"

"Yeah, I don't think you'll be cursed to go through the rest of your life smelling like someone spilled a grape soda on you. Probably just a couple more days at worst." Hajime shrugged. "There are worse fates."

"Yeah, true," Bakura acknowledged with a smile. After all, Hajime sort of had suffered one of them....

"And hey, at least you're not attracting bees or anything...you know, like how if you'd leave a can of grape soda out too long at a picnic..." Hajime shrugged, though he was smirking slightly. He was trying not to dwell on his own buggy fate, changing the subject like that. "Happened to a kid in elementary school, he got stung in the face. I think our entire class was traumatized." Given the smirk, it was highly likely that had never happened.

"..Bull," Bakura returned, making a face. "Traumatized over a bee? In elementary school? Please!"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, there was a lot of buzzing and screaming and an ambulance after his lip swelled up..." It was becoming increasingly clearer that there was nothing at all serious about this story and that Hajime knew he was full of it, pretty much.

"...You need to work on your stories."

Hajime gave an embarassed shrug. "It's never been my strong suit."

The Fake Grape Stomp

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