[A short, sharp, 'tsk' from between his teeth, a slight shake of his head to go with it.] You don't want that. I don't sleep long enough for that. [Plus... nightmares. He doesn't want others to see him like that. It's bad enough others have seen his hair change pink here... he rather not show it can also goes orange...

Idia's hand had started to move so to brush through the back of her hair, around the back of her neck, but froze. If she was mimicking him... yeah, he didn't want that... he thinks. Ehhh. But he wants to try... hmmm...] Can you, ah... not... copy this? I wanna, ah, I want to try but... don't want you to... um... do the same? [A pause to see if she would respond, but also... wanting to try, continuing that path to gently cup the back of her head, fingers slowly weaving through her hair.]