Summary- Lisandro let's Antony dye his hair. A big mistake.

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Typically, friday meant a day off from training, a day off from any sort of commitments, a day meant to be spent with loved ones.

Antony was particular excited about friday, because this was the day Lisandro was gonna let him color his hair.

"How about this shade? I think you'll be a very hot blond"

Lisandro lifted his head from where it had been laying in the sink. He frowned. "I can't go blond like you, I'll look ridiculous."

It was even more ridiculous how fast Antony turned Lisandro's bathroom into his own personal hair salon. Combs, hairpins and scissors lay scattered all over the bathroom floor.

"Don't be silly. You'll look cool, like me." Antony smiled.

This made Lisandro chuckle. "If it turns out bad I'll kill you."

"Let's pray to the God's then." Antony strapped on a pair of black rubber gloves.

Lisandro sighed and put his head back in the sink. He reminded himself that Antony needed this. After his recent injuries, he needed to take his mind off football. If this meant turning Lisandro into a chic wanna be Versace model, so be it. He would do whatever necessary to put Antony in a better mood and in a good mood he was, too good Lisandro feared.

"Okay, it's says here that we should rins your hair first." Antony read the label on the backside of the hair package.

"We or you?" Lisandro frowned, lifting his head from the sink.

Antony pushed his head back into the sink, muttering something in the likes of "shut up and watch me work."

Lisandro sighed. However a good rinsing of his hair was much needed and Antony massaging shampoo into his scalp, wasn't so bad either.

"You like that?" Antony smiled, seeing Lisandro surrendering to his touch.

"Maybe." He said, showing off his dimples.

Antony stopped massaging his scalp and bent down to kiss his lips.

Lisandro eyes flung open, suprised by the sudden action. His hole body had tensed but quickly relaxed seeing as the bathroom door was shut behind them.

"You can't do that." He muttered.

"What, kiss you?" Antony questioned, although he was well aware of what Lisandro thought about being affectioned with each other during the light of day.

Lisandro sighed "You can't kiss me when she's here."

"But she's on the other side of the wall."

"She's still here."

"Get rid of her then."

Lisandro chuckled but remaind resolute, "Forget it Antony, we're not having this discussion again."

Antony knew not to argue further. He continued to rins Lisandro's hair in silence. Once the hair dye was applied it needed to sit for a couple of minutes. In the meantime Antony started cleaning up the mess he had made in the bathroom.

Lisandro watched him from where he sat on a stool, his back to the mirror, hair, mashed up with sticky hair dye. "You know you don't have to clean up everything." Antony to paused to look at him, broomstick in his hand. "I'll help you once you've washed out this mess in my hair."

"I got it, thank you." Antony returned to the task.

Lisandro understand that he was at fault, at fault for Antony's sudden mood. Although he'd do anything to cure it, he also had a habit of causing it. Unintentionally, of course.

Lisandro waited for Antony to clean up near him, lunging forwards once he was close enough to wrap his arms around him, bringing Antony to fall back in his lap.

"I'm sorry." Lisandro said, planting kisses down Antony's tattooed arm.

"Sorry for what?" Antony dropped the broom to wrap his arms around Lisandro's neck. He let his forhead rest against his.

"I'm sorry for what I said." Lisandro muttered.

"Although you meant it." Antony corrected.

Lisandro smiled. "Although I meant it."

"I accept your apology." Antony said, rising from Lisandro's lap. He loved it when Lisandro got all lovey dovey with him it. It was a reassurance some how, a reassurance that they really cared for one another.

"Let's get this dye out if your hair shall we?"

Antony began the tormenting process of rinsing and repeating until all dye was washed out of Lisandro's hair. The result was worth recording.

"Antony you idio–"

Lisandro held his tounge see as Antony had pulled out his phone to record his reaction. He wouldn't want his Manchester teammates to think that he was upset about the result. Even though he was.

"I thought you said you'd turn my whole head blonde, like yours, not just the front of it." Lisandro turned his head in the mirror, no angle to mend the pain he felt.

"No, I said I'd make you look cool. Blond at the front makes you look cool."

"To whom?" Lisandro exclaimed dramatically, running a anxious hand through his hair.

"To me." Antony protested, but pouted his lips in a way that made him look less guilty. It worked, seeing as Lisandro face softened. He turned back to look himself in the mirror. "I guess it mite look better once it dries.

"Yes, exactly." Antony nodded, although he might have gotten a bit carried away with this one. Either way, that was something for Lisandro to realize at practice tomorrow.