Kenny & Harley
Kenny frowned when she pulled away, though his hand was still stained with pink and blue dye. To him, it was. To Harley and everyone else around them, his hand was perfectly clean.
"Ow," he groaned when she tapped on his head, even though it didn't hurt. "Don't poke me," he pouted. "And it is, see?" He held up his hand, still covered in dye. Except now the colors were floating in the air when he moved his hand. He started tracing the air with his fingers, completely forgetting what they were talking about.