Under the Blue Moon
I was caught off guard as the kids ignored Rem’s Alpha voice and bounded over to him with excitement and no regard for their lives, apparently!
The youngest grabbed Rem’s hair and held it up for the others to see. “I told you it was blue! It was dark last night, but I knew it!” He said beaming with a bright smile.
The eldest kid folded his arms and scoffed, “it’s not natural! He obviously dyed it!”
“Why would he kill his hair?” The younger asked, confused, still holding Rem’s hair as he inspected it for ‘death’.
“No, no,” the middle-aged one chimed in, “it means to make it a different colour! Not that sort of died!”
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