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Sage let Celeste instruct him on what to do with the actual dye, after watching her do some of it herself. Once that was on her hair, he washed his hands off and settled down on the couch since they had to wait a certain amount of time or whatever. |
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Once it was ready, she washed it out again, then blow dried it, now all back to all pink. |
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Sage just lingered beside her while she finished it all, grinning over at her once she was done. "There," he chirped. "Beautiful as ever," he declared, pecking her head happily. |
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Celeste smiled, leaning into him. |
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He grinned, wrapping his arms around her happily. |
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"feel better now," he asked |
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He grinned and nodded. "Good," he noted, giving her a gentle squeeze from behind. |
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Celeste smiled, leaning back onto his shoulder. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
