Salmon is the New Pink
He breathed in deeply through his nose feeling very frustrated. Tightening his fist and untightening them, he opened his closed eyes to stare up at the great red dragon before him.
"My hair is not pink!" he screeched in denial, pointing his index finger straight at the large creature before him. "It is salmon, you hear? Or are you just deaf old man?!" The dragon snorted, his hot breath ruffling the pink—wait, sorry—salmon locks in slight amusement as he rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say Natsu." the dragon sighed. "Your hair is salmon, not pink." Natsu crossed his arms over his bare chest in victory, his onyx eyes smugly staring into the dragon's red molten ones.
"So you aren't deaf huh, Igneel?" he asked with a smile. Feeling in the mood to tease the boy further, Igneel's scaly lips curled into a sly smile as he bent down till his eyes were staring straight into the young child's eyes without him craning his neck to meet his eyes.
"Did you know," Igneel breathed catching Natsu's interest. "salmon is the new pink?"
For the rest of the day Natsu refused to look, talk, or even acknowledge Igneel's existence as he kept turning his back towards the dragon every time he tried to talk to the child.
Scratch that, for an entire month did he ignore the dragon and when Natsu finally talked to Igneel he stared straight into the great dragon's eyes and flat out said:
"Stop being pink, my hair is turning into you."