Prompt: Pink
Word count: 400
Warning: Don't even ask. You don't want to know, trust me.
Leo opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep, and yawned. He probably shouldn't have stayed up that late.
But the automatons, they were calling him!
Shut up, me.
Yup, he's officially borderline insane. But you all knew that!
Leo rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. The good thing about having a screwed up sleep schedule is that the boy-style room's always free.
He squinted at his reflection in the mirror. Something was different about him, but he wasn't sure what.
Manly mustache? No, he hadn't grown one yet, to his chagrin.
Baldness? No… but he'll admit, he was glad about that one.
Hair on fire? No… that had already happened a couple times, no surprise there.
Wait, hair?
His hair was pink. Bright hot, flamingo pink! He may have squealed like a girl. (But he'll never tell you). It was probably the Stolls. Travis, particularly. It hadn't gone over well that Leo had shown the video of him being extremely manly to the Demeter cabin. What? Watching Travis fail was too good not to share with the world. And Leo was a very kind, giving person. Well, at least when he wanted to be.
Pink hair. He still hadn't completely gotten over it. He looked almost girly.
Now, Leo was a man, mind you.
Not just a man, a very manly man. (Hey! Stop snickering!)
He was completely fine with being a boy. Now, he wasn't a chauvinistic bastard either. He had a healthy respect for women. (He'd had his butt kicked by women too many times not to), He just never wanted to be a girl.
Well, there was something he'd always wanted to do, but couldn't, because he was a boy.
Given his current girly-man hair, he might as well go for it.
Leo grabbed his favorite wrench, just because he could, and laughing maniacally, raced out the door, crashing into a couple of worktables. He could've sworn those weren't there before…
Leo looked around, and saw that the entire camp was eating lunch. A few of them waved to him. (Did he really wake up that late?) Well, all the better, he wasn't going to do this twice.
He climbed on top of the Artemis table, and began belting out at the top of his lungs.
"THIS GIRL IS ON FIIIIRRREEE! SHE'S WALKING ON FFFFIIIIRRREEEE! SHE'S GOT BOTH FEET-"
The camp burst into applause.