Dustin and Justin walked out the door with out breakfast, because they were so intrigued by the prospect of dye their mangy dark black hair which hung in their faces, identically mirrored, over their left or right eye, respectively. They had no idea what to with it.
"Maybe purple. Its my favorite color." Justin said.
"I like bright orange. If you want purple though, that's fine." Dustin said, still happy about his new conjoined brother.
"Why not both? I can dye my fringe purple and the rest of my hair bright orange, while you can dye your fringe bright orange and the rest purple."
"I like that idea." Dustin said, as they walked up to the hair place. They didn't even care if their mother would approve or disapprove or about what people thought of them.
"Helloooo-!" The receptionist said, seeing the conjoined boys.
"We would like our hair dyed, today." Justin said.
"O-of course. You two are lucky. We have no clients in today." She said, still shaking off the fact they were conjoined. In this reality, apparently, most people knew about the conjoined family. Evidently, this receptionist/stylist had not heard.
"So, what were you two thinking of dyeing your hair today?" She said, leading them over to a chair.
"Its our first time but we have an idea of what we want." Dustin said.
"ITS YOUR FIRST TIME?!? This one's on me. I will do the best I can to give you the color you want."
"Wow, thank you!" They both said at the same time.
"So, like I said, what did you have in mind?"
"Well..."