His dark eyebrows rose. A second bathroom. How convenient. And there were no half-naked guys in here either, so that was good; the last thing he wanted was to bump into another shirtless bloke. He made his way inside without bothering to close the door, as brushing one's teeth wasn't necessarily something that required all that much privacy.

He glanced over at the four cups resting near the sink, two toothbrushes in each. How was he supposed to figure out which one was his? He picked up a green one, and was surprised to find a name inscribed onto the handle. It wasn't his name, though - or at least it didn't really ring a bell for him - so he set it back down. He tried a blue brush then, and checked the handle, only to find some familiar initials inscribed onto it - T.D.C.

His eyebrows rose yet again. There was nothing that could really prove to him that he was T.D.C., but... all clues sort of pointed at him being that guy. So he took this brush and-- where was the toothpaste?

He sighed with annoyance. Nothing could ever be normal in this room, could it? He glanced around the sink and overall bathroom, but found no toothpaste. He looked up at his reflection on the mirror then, brown eyes stuck on the pair of eyes staring back at him for a moment before bringing up a hand and pulling the mirror open to reveal the cabinet inside. He was startled, though, as something fell out just as he opened the mirror-door.