The man in the back of the shop would slowly move out from behind the counter, or well, phased through it. He just walked forward directly through the solid object, gaze still intently upon Harp. He was taller than both of them, likely nearing seven feet, and that was without the extra inches added by boots. A quick glance over the other male, he was thin and somewhat wiry. His hair was long and in dreadlocks, tied back. It was a dark, dark brown. His skin was darker, and his eyes were pale green. The cloths he wore were painfully basic, a grey shirt and a pair of old, torn jeans that seemed a bit too big for himself. And he was still staring intently at Harp, those pale green eyes like daggers, not even lifting a hand to return the friendliness to the angel.

"No need, Darri." Bel promptly growls out as the other slowly moves his gaze from Harp to Bel, eying him over intently for a few moments. It would take only a few moments for the man supposedly named 'Darri' to calm down, visibly relaxing and lightly nodding his head, sucking in a sharp breath. Bel though looked less than pleased still, the shadows in the small store slowly growing just a bit darker... 

"Yeah, yeah, you sure, man? Bringin' one of -those- here with you?" Darri continues to scan Bel over, still frowning a bit himself. Despite being taller, he suddenly slouched over with a soft sigh. 

"I am sure. Am I never sure?" Bel snarls, seeming quite irritated with the other male suddenly as he continues to move into the store. All the while they moved more inside, Darri moved back behind the counter, though this time he actually walked around instead of merely phasing through it as he had done previously. It almost made him seem nervous, retreating from Bel in such a manor. "Rude to your best customer and his guest, can't be good for business. Anyway. Hair dye." Bel says, this time in a much calmer tone, still keeping a grip on Harp's arm. He uses his free arm to bring his hand up, lightly tugging at a few loose strands of black hair. 

"The usual color?" Darri mumbles, even now the others head was lowered in a submissive stance as he rummages around behind the counter. Purposely he adverts his gaze, not wanting to even look towards Bel and Harp. It takes him only a few moments, but he quickly find what he is looking for, pulling out several blank boxes with red sharpie on them, the written words reading 'Ornge'. He merely slides them across the counter, frowning. "Wanna' use the bathroom here in the back? Would be quicker." He suggests.

Bel stops for a few moments, looking to Darri, and then to Harp. A frown would still be upon his features, slowly a soft sigh escaping him. "Would that be alright, Harp? It will only take me a few minutes, this is some special stuff."