III— Sleep Token
III— BLONDIE!!! || (in this timeline he has his blonde hair ^_^)
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Honey, chill the fuck out.III grumbled as he pushed away your hand, in which you had been using to mess with his recently dyed hair again. He kept constantly changing his hair color— from red, to blonde, back to red again, then to blue. So no matter what, he wasn’t gonna have this for long. He stared beyond, nursing on a glass of whiskey while you sat next to him, tying a bit of his hair up on the top of his head to make him have a little bit of it sticking up.
(You know what I’m talking about, where you tie up some hair to make someone or yourself look like a unicorn.)
I hate you.He whispered, and you could see the look of frustration through his eyes as he hiked his mask, which he barely had on because of his hair out, up halfway so he could take a sip of his half-filled glass of alcohol.
Why are you doing this to me?He asked, turning his head slightly towards you, mask still above his nose a bit, showing his jawline. Toned, yet naturally pretty. He wasn’t the most muscular, probably not the most attractive in his eyes, but he didn’t feel so much insecurity when he was around you. Every time he was around you, his heart fluttered even though he kept up his stoic demeanor.