Dray:
Dray stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a moment. He stared at his reflection. His skin was starting to turn pale. He couldn't hold himself perfectly still, always having part of his body shaking. His hand had acted up a few minutes ago, he had to restrain it behind his back in order to stop it. He was also blinking far more frequently as well.
He poured cold water into his cupped hands and held it for a moment. He splashed it onto his face. He couldn't feel it hitting him. He knew it was pouring down though, as he watched drops slowly fall from his chin onto the counter. He smiled, glad that nothing would now bother him. A smile crossed his face, from horn to horn. He bit his lip as he laughed slightly. He couldn't look at his reflection anymore without laughing.
He finally grabbed a towel sitting on the counter. It's white fibers still held rust covered spots to it from when he cleaned up. He'd have to be more thorough on it. He quickly dried his face with it before running it under hot water. It took him a few minutes of scrubbing before it turned from the remaining patches into unidentifiable dots. He was pleased, no one would notice it.
He looked at himself one last time before leaving, again trying to stop the laughter from hitting him. He tried to calm himself before leaving but it only made him worse. He was finally able to stop himself when he tried to focus on the cooking ingredients he had in the penthouse. He was able to forget what had been so funny, and he walked out into the bedroom. He looked around. It was empty. Fortunately Sal and Raven were in the opposite one. He took a deep breath again before walking back out into the main room, leaving only a small grin on his face.
