"Now that I think of it, your hair really does look like a turnip." You stared at his so called 'turnip' hair. You stood up, touching his ebony hair a bit.

He gave you an annoyed look. "Aren't lovers supposed to be nice to each other?"

"I didn't say it was bad... Though I may be thinking it. I'm just... Interested in it." You poked his hair, getting a short growl in response. "Is it like a 24-hour bedhead? Or do you gel it or something."

He gave your hand a swat. "I don't know," he said a bit loudly. "It's just like that."

"So... You were born with it? Do your parents have turnip hair or something?"

"Why the hell would I know, and not that I know of."

"Hm... OH MAYBE YOU WERE ACTUALLY A TURNIP AND EVOLVED-" You were hit on the head.

"Just leave it alone." He sighed and started walking away.

"But I'm serious-"

"Leave-it-!"