"Do you discriminate toward people who are pink?" Adam asked, getting to his feet and straightening his robes. He was definitely going to have a bruise on his hip where he hit the floor, and in other places where he'd been hit by the books. And he was still pink. He just raised an eyebrow at William's question.
"Really?" he asked. "Are you seriously asking me that? Like you couldn't tell with one glance why I'm sneaking and say without a doubt you wouldn't do exactly the same thing? I'm pink, man!" He ran a hand through his hair, tugging lightly before dropping his hand to his side and letting out a deep breath. "You wouldn't happen to know any great countercurses to fix this, would you?"