The predator stalked its prey, quietly, silently... stealthily making its way down the darkened hallway. A sound in the livingroom. The predator paused. A moment passed with no further noise, so the predator continued. As it neared the single source of light in the hallway - coming out from under and around a door that remained slightly ajar - its steps became lighter, more cautious.

From the other side of the door, there was a gentle whirring noise, and soft humming, the whole reason the predator's curiosity had been piqued. The predator peered through the crack, seeing bare muscles, a towel wrapped around slim hips and long, damp purple hair. The predator was looking into a mirror, and its prey didn't seem to notice him.

The whirring cut off, followed by a soft clack as the male inside the bathroom set down a strange contraption that he'd been using to... do something with his hair. The humming stopped for a moment, then continued. A purple ponytail was pulled over the male's shoulder, wrung out into the sink, then released. The male picked up the contraption again, lifted his ponytail, and continued. It was blowing air...

The door slowly opened. The male looked up with a start.

"... R-Rai?" he asked, wide-eyed.

The predator, aka Rai, stared at the contraption. And stared. What was it?

Takeo followed his gaze, then looked back at Rai. "... what?" he asked, confused. "Did you need it?" His gaze flickered to Rai's neat, dry hair.

Rai nodded. Confused, Takeo beconed him closer so he wouldn't have to unplug it, then handed it over. Rai just stared at it, so after a moment, Takeo slowly reached out and clicked it on. Several moments passed as hot air blew directly into Rai's face. Takeo coughed. "... it's for drying your hair, after a shower," he ventured, already having figured out that there was something weird about the powerful male (he didn't know how to use everyday objects, more often then not).

Rai looked at him, then lifted his other hand and clicked the blowdrier off, then on, then off again. He nodded slightly and set it down, then turned and left. Takeo blinked after him, brow inching upward.

Weird.