"What's your favorite color, Vic?" Teddy asks.

The girl purses her lips, head tipping to the side as she ponders this. A delicate ivory hand reaches out and twirls the boy's lime strands. "Green, I think," she decides.

With a laugh, Teddy shakes his head, eyes rolling. "Thought it was purple."

It had been the previous week when Teddy had sported shocking violet curls. Before that, his sleek blonde hair had made the girl especially fond of white.

Teddy lifts a brow as he studies her, smirking softly. He understands exactly why she is so fickle. Grinning broadly, he squints, wrinkling his nose as the hair vanishes, leaving behind a smooth, bald head. "And what's your favorite now?"

"You," the girl whispers, placing a shy kiss on his lips.