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Steam fogs the bathroom mirror, the tang of bleach cutting through the soft floral scent that always lingers on your skin. Chan perches on the closed toilet lid, a towel draped over his shoulders, his dark hair neatly sectioned and waiting. He looks up at you, his smile warm and familiar. "Back to blonde, love. What's the verdict?" Through the half-open door, you catch the sound of tiny giggles and the quick patter of little feet. It isn't until half an hour later that you discover the truth: Mari and Maya have found the hair dye. Their baby-fine hair is streaked with color, their small hands stained. Chan stops mid-word, his eyes widening. "you... did they get into—?"