Zeb slept peacefully, a content expression on his face. One could hear snoring emanating from his mouth. He did not know that someone was watching him from their bunk, ready to pretend to sleep at a moments notice. After all, Ezra Bridger was training to be a great Jedi. Anyways, the holocam was hidden, wasn't it? Ezra didn't exactly know what to do if Zeb woke up while being given striped green and orange hair, though.
"I'll deal with it when it happens, thought Ezra. After all, Zeb was a heavy sleeper, wasn't he?
The green and orange cans of paint, courtesy of a certain Mandalorian, sat ready to use. Their intended user, though, was another story. Ezra had accidentally fallen asleep, and his hand knocked over a paint can. Maybe it was the Force, or karma for that matter, but the sound it made was just loud enough to awaken Zeb.
Zeb instinctively knew what was going on.
"I'll get ye fer tha'…Thanks fer gettin' me th' materials though," Zeb whispered. He smiled, and bared his fangs. Ezra's hand went to his hair in his sleep. Zeb quietly removed Ezra's hand, and got to work.
The next morning:
Ezra woke up early, like he usually did. Or at least, that's when he thought he did. The other Specters were already eating breakfast. Ezra scratched his surprisingly itchy head, and went to the refresher to get ready. Ezra noticed that the 'fresher had had its mirror removed, probably because it was broken or something. Oh well, he thought. I'm not much of a sucker for my reflection anyways.
When he arrived at the "dining" room of the Ghost, he was greeted by many a surprised look. Hera was the one who spoke up.
"Love, what happened to your hair?" she asked, clearly surprised.
"Maybe he's jus' tryin' a new style!" Zeb chuckled. "Courtesy of me, of course," he whispered to Sabine, who was sitting beside him. She had a pretty good idea of what had happened the night before, and smiled slightly.
Meanwhile, Ezra ran off to find a mirror that he could use so he could find out what exactly had happened to his hair.