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Prompt: I for Ink
Rating: K
Knock knock
"Ernst, be a dear and answer the door please." Frau Robel asked. Ernst wiped flour-covered hands on his apron. His mother was known to make some of the best cookies around, and occasionally Ernst would help bake them. It was Saturday and tomorrow she was to bring them to her after church meeting.
"Yes Mütti."
"Ernst, wait! Try my cookie dough!" His sister called as she pushed all her weight onto the rolling pin. She was having some difficulty seeing as her hands were so small.
"Let me see who's at the door, and then I'll try some ok?"
She nodded. "Ok."
Ernst wiped his hands on his apron again and walked to the door. The knocking became louder and more impatient as he neared.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He opened the door and nearly fell over from shock. "Wh-what the- Hänschen?"
Hänschen was standing in the doorway, except his normally electric blonde hair was now, save a few dirty blonde spots, black.
"Three words." He said grimly. "Brother. Black. Ink."
Ernst starred at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. He clutched his stomach as he tried to say a few words. "Wh-what, what did h-he do?"
"I don't see what's so funny. My brother simply poured my fathers best, and most permanent might I add, black ink into my lovely blonde hair. When I tried to wash it out, it only made it worst."
Ernst leaned against the door frame still clutching his sides. "W-why did he d-do it?"
"I don't know!"
Ernst managed to regain calmness, and stood up and smoothed his clothing. "Well," He began calmly. "I think it looks fine. Black suites you."
"Does it?" Hänschen slammed his hands on either side of Ernst rather forcefully. Ernst made a little 'eep' sound. "Is it because I'm less intimidating?"
"W-what?" Hänschen inched closer to Ernst face, but at that moment a small sound came from the other side of the room.
"Ernst?" It was his sister. She pointed to black-haired Hänschen. "Who is that?" She asked. Both boys jumped apart.
Ernst gave Hänschen a confused look, then one to his sister. "What do you mean? This is Hänschen Rillow! He's always over here!"
She shook her head innocently. "No, Hänschen has blonde hair! He's really nice to me, but he's so scary sometimes! Especially his hair! Plus, my friend Heidi says that both of her brothers are scarred of him, so you know, that must mean he's scary!" She said with eyes wide and completely serious.
"What? Blonde hair is not scary. And, if I am correct, Heidi has blonde hair as well." Hänschen started snickering. Ernst's sister seemed to ponder this observation. "And you're so silly! This is Hänschen, but his hair is black now!"
Ernst's sister squinted her eyes, before realizing the truth and stood up straighter. "O-oh. I'm terribly sorry Herr Rillow." She curtsied as best she could before running back into the kitchen.
Hänschen turned to Ernst. "See? What did I tell you? My blonde hair is-was intimidating."
Ernst mumbled as he pulled Hänschen into the kitchen, "Well, I didn't think it was so intimidating…"
Even though we all know, he totally did.
