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X. Duncan and Gwen

Gwen sighed, leaning over the sink in the communal bathrooms, staring at her part. After a month on the island, her roots were starting to show. They were a startling blonde in comparison to the shades of black, grey and teal she had dyed on.

Combing her hair back in a style where only some of her roots were showing, she resigned to her fate and just put it back to it's normal style. She knew that everyone knew her hair was dyed-- it was pretty obvious. But she didn't like people seeing her roots. She had decided against packing a tube of coal grey hairdye, and now she was regretting it.

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Duncan strolled into the communal bathroom, edging to smoke a cigarette. He had brought an entire carton of cigarettes, (sneaking them in was too easy,) but he wasn't going to waste them by chainsmoking-- he'd run out in less than a month if he did that.

Seeing there was someone else in the bathroom, he swore. While not intending to, he said it out loud. "Fuck."

Startled, Gwen turned around. "Oh, it's just you." She said, turning back to the mirror.

"Roots." He said, simply. Walking over, he propped himself up to sit on the counter besides where she was standing. "So, you're a blonde?"

She glared at him, "Not anymore. Mostly." She said, looking back at her head in the mirror.

"I have some green hair dye, if you really want to get rid of your roots. It might look kind of weird." He said, shrugging.

She raised a brow. "That would actually be really cool of you." She paused. "But what's in it for you?"

"You getting the hell out of the bathroom for a while." He told her, leaning back on the counter.

She shrugged, "Whatever. Where's the dye?"

"It's in my bag. I'll grab it in like, ten minutes. Just, shoo." He said, irritable.

"...Okay." She said, leaving.

Lighting up, he inhaled deeply-- his first cigarette in a week.

Gwen stood outside of the bathroom door. Leaning back, she smelled the too familiar smell-- her mom smoked.

"Smoking's bad for you, you know." She said from the doorway.

"Sure it is." He said, finishing the cigarette. "Doesn't make them any less addictive."

She rolled her eyes and went back to waiting.

After another cigarette, Duncan came out of the bathroom, smelling of cigarette smoke, naturally.

"Can I just get that dye and get this done?" She asked, crossing her arms. "I'm getting tired of my scandinavian roots literally showing."

"Fine, you can wait here." He said, starting back towards the cabins.

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After a while, he started back. Tossing her the dye bottle, he smirked. "Seeya, blondie."

She had a creeping feeling that she would hear that nickname for the rest of camp.

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