“You’ll get them back, when I feel like it,” she repeated, turning the tap of the shower towards the far cold. “I know it’s cold, do you want the dye to come out? You might want to close your eyes,” she said, rinsing his hair before pouring some of the vinegar into his hair continuing to rinse it.
“Fine but I want it back in the same condition you stole it in. Good money went towards the purchase of that bike.” He said, he liked that bike it was handy and one of the few modern items he owned. “Why does it have to be cold?” He asked only closing his eyes when a couple of drops of vinegar felt into his eyes.