He then slid off the bed and sat himself on the floor, leaning backwards against the side of the mattress. He motioned for me to join him so I settled down directly in front of him.

“So what’s up?” he started out saying.

“What’s up with what?” I asked back.

Using his eyes he pointed to my greasy, stringy purple hair and I understood what this talk was going to be about.
Subconsciously I ran my fingers through my hair, which signaled that I got the message.