Drake handed his brother a flower, "hold this." Without thinking he grabbed it. Drake pointed and stifled a giggle. "My hair!."Risus exclaimed. "It wont last long," Drake said, between laughs. "It's purple!."he said and punched Drake in the arm "Ouch,"Drake said still laughing. Risus sat down and began to work the magic out of his hair, changing it back to white, he glared at his brother. "If you don't like it I can always cut it off,"Drake said. he pulled out his knife. |