Hayato helped Ryuutaro along with his bath before working on himself. By the time all was finished, the water had begun to get cold. As much as he was enjoying this, he knew they had to get out sometime... preferably before shit started getting REALLY cold. He let out a discontent little sigh and runs a hand over his wet and slicked silver hair, which almost had a metallic sheen to it like that.

"we should probably get out..."