Thatcher continued to frown, but it was more of a thoughtful one now. “Maybe blue eyes? And I’m not sure about the hair, but I would stick with something still dark,” he answered. He was unable to picture Leon with light colored hair, just because of how dark his hair naturally was.
"What about dark brown hair?" He asked. He looked at all the options he could choose from; brown, white, pink, blue, purple, black, blond, etc. Normally he would have picked a light color because he had black hair, he usually made himself look very different.
“Dark brown sounds alright,” Thatcher answered, nodding his head a tad. He squinted at Leon, trying to imagine him with those changes. He would still prefer Leon the way he normally looked.
"Okay then, "Leon said, taking a dark brown temporary hair color spray and glancing at Thatcher. "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" He asked, fiddling with the spray can while looking around for contacts again.
“No, nothing is on your face. I’m just trying to picture you different. I like you better like this,” Thatcher answered, glancing away and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He didn’t understand why they had to hide. He could protect Leon just fine. They should have nothing to worry about.
"Oh, okay then," Leon said. He found the contacts this time, somehow, so he started looking around for blue contacts. He took out a pair of blue contacts and started fiddling with it. "Should I get anything else?"
“I think that is enough,” Thatcher responded. He squinted at the contacts with something like confusion. He knew that they could change eye color or improve eye sight, but he had never tried to use the before. He just didn’t see the point of trying to change how you look.
"Okay then, let's go," Leon said. He fiddled with the spray can while walking over to the counter, he quickly payed for the hair color spray and contacts. After that, he put the spray can and contacts in a safe place then started his motorcycle and got onto it.
Thatcher followed Leon around, watching him do these common things. He never would have cared enough to watch if it had been someone who wasn’t Leon. He then got onto the back of the motorcycle, arms laced around Leon’s waist.
Leon blushed slightly, again, as he drove off to his house. He parked next to his house, got off his motorcycle, took out the spray can and contacts then walked into his house, holding the door open again while bowing.
Thatcher smiled faintly again, but it was a bit bigger than the last one- more noticeable. “You don’t have to keep doing that,” he reminded Leon, stepping inside. He wondered why Leon thought to do that sort of thing in the first place?
"I know," He said. He locked the door then sighed as he went into the bathroom. "Let's hope this works," He put the contacts in a safe spot then opened the spray can and sprayed a little bit on his hair, turning that part of his hair into a dark brown.
Thatcher lingered in the doorway of the bathroom, resting against the doorframe. He watched Leon, glancing from his reflection in the mirror to the dark brown spot in his black hair. “The color shows well enough,” he commented.
"Yea, I'm glad it does," He said, spraying more around the dark brown spot. He kept spraying his hair, carefully avoiding his skin.
Thatcher ran a hand through his own hair as he watched Leon change his hair color. “Do you need help getting the back of your read or anything?” He thought to offer.
"Nope, I'm fine," Leon replied. After a few minutes, he finished spraying his hair and he put the can away then carefully opened the contacts. He put in one contact then blinked a few times waiting for it to adjust then looked at himself in the mirror, one eye was a dark blue then the other was a bright purple. "That looks cool."
Thatcher leaned forward a bit, squinting at Leon’s reflection in the mirror. He was fond of Leon’s naturally purple eyes, but he did think the blue color looked nice as well. “I like it,” he commented, giving another faint smile.
"Which one? Blue? Purple? or both together?" Leon asked, a small smile on his face. He put in the other contact and blinked a few times, again. He looked at himself in the mirror then decided he looked different enough and walked out of the bathroom.
“The blue, it looks nice. But I do also like your purple eyes the best,” Thatcher answered. He glanced Leon over after he was fully changed, then followed him out of the bathroom.
"Okay then," Leon said. He went into the living room and plopped down on the couch. "What do you want to do now?" He asked, checking his news on his phone.
Thatcher sat down next to Leon, leaning back as he did so. “Are you hungry? We could get you something to eat if you are. Or go down to the ocean if you feel dried out,” he said, trying to think of different things. After speaking he leaned over, beginning to kiss Leon’s neck slowly.
"I'm not hungry and I don't feel dried out," Leon said. "What are you doing?" He asked when Thatcher started kissing his neck, blushing.
Thatcher kissed the side of Leon’s neck for a moment longer before his lips left the skin just enough so he could talk. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.. Do you want me to stop?” He questioned.
"I-um-n-no," Leon answered, still blushing. He looked away and looked at the clock as if it was the most interesting thing.
Thatcher gave a hum, and a soft chuckle. “Good,” he mumbled. He tilted his head and began to kiss at the side of Leon’s neck again. He took it slow, taking his time.