((Rest Area, The Reef))
Silence. Finally. Silence that actually meant that nothing was gonna go wrong.
Renaie crouched, letting the dappled light filtering through whatever it was that the Reef was made out of, causing comforting patterns on the floor in front of them.
They'd considered dyeing their hair for a while, but they hadn't had the opportunity for the longest time. Finally there was the chance to replicate the box of blue dye in their quarters, and to find a quiet place in The Reef to do it. They placed the gloves on their hands, ensured there was a towel around their shoulders, and got ready to open the box.
Out of the corner of their eye, Renaie noticed movement near the entrance of the glade.
Shortrith: Hi!
Any: Response
Shortrith: About to dye my hair. It'll just be streaks, but it'll be coloured.
They pointed to the box in reference.
Any: Response
Shortrith: You want in? I can get another box really quickly.
Any: Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Counsellor/Medical Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
They/Them (Player and character)
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