"You could, but how would you explain it to Zach and Charlie, when the little bitty baby of the family was taken by some crazy psychos?" With a shrug, he grinned a little bit, even though she couldn't see him through the door. He knew they were just kidding, even if it was a little bit silly for him to joke about the fact that he was the baby of the family: the very thing he hated most of the time.
At first, he quirked an eyebrow at how casually she referred to the lights, then shook his head when she offered for him to turn the roommate's light off. "That's not..." he chuckled softly and shook his head again. "I meant the paint. The colors are bright. I'm used to a cell with gray and black." So seeing colors was a new thing for him. "It doesn't bug me or anything, it's just... weird to get used to," he added with a little grin. "You guys have a nice little setup here, though, so... despite of the girly brightness, I'm a little bit jealous," he teased.
Dillon nodded his head at the advantage of having so many pets. "I was thinking of seeing that vet guy. Asking him about a pet. Something good for a cell." He'd always been a cat person, a small part of him wondered if his sister remembered that. Maybe he could help her from the overcrowded feeling he was sure she felt. "Hoarding living things is totally a Johnson family trait," he snorted a laugh.
"I guess you could always open a window if it starts to smell too much, right?" he asked, nodding at one of the windows and shrugging. "Even in the winter, I'd definitely take being cold over a room that smells like a zoo." He paused and chuckled, a memory surfacing. "Remember when mom and dad took us to the zoo when I was seven? And all I wanted was to leave because it smelled so bad?"
Sighing, Dillon rolled his eyes and shrugged. "You might very well be more creative than I am." She socialized with people more than he did, so her creative basis was probably more founded. But it bothered him, the thought of not being the most creative one in the family. He always sort of thought it was the one thing he had over them. "But I'm not going to just roll over and let you have the title. Sorry Mads." He played it off.
Dye his hair? "Uh... no," he said seriously. "Definitely no hair dying for me. I've got a... person, now. I've got to maintain a certain appearance." He paused, then shrugged. "Or... at least that's what I hear."
He chuckled at his sister's hair. "You're green enough for the whole family."