The old cow
Vice had dyed his blond hair black. It was a shade or two darker than his natural colour, from what Davi remembered, and almost as dark as his skin.
But the biggest, and most shocking change were his eyes. He had replaced the starry night skies for light brown eyes. With white sclera, and regular sized irises.
He looked no less beautiful, but he was a lot less eye-catching. It wasn't usual for Vice not to draw everyone's eyes when he walked into a room, looking like he did now, some people might only notice him after a second look.
"Don't even talk about it, I know I look like shit."
"Of course you don't," Davi said, smiling at Vice. "I don't think you're capable of looking bad."
"Flatterer," Vice said, but one corner of his lips still ticked up in amusement.
Davi opened the duffel bag Lucas left for them and took out one uniform, passing it to Vice.