[He smiles at her, and can't actually remember who the last person was to touch him. Bond, maybe? If a fist fight counts?]
I thought the darker the better; I can leech pigment out of them with hot water and some combination of household chemicals. The hard part is, [a rueful laugh] they all look the same to me. What happens if you mix too many colors? It can't be good, or people wouldn't appreciate pure color the way they do.
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[He smiles at her, and can't actually remember who the last person was to touch him. Bond, maybe? If a fist fight counts?]
I thought the darker the better; I can leech pigment out of them with hot water and some combination of household chemicals. The hard part is, [a rueful laugh] they all look the same to me. What happens if you mix too many colors? It can't be good, or people wouldn't appreciate pure color the way they do.