Gene
**"Raizel? We first met by the entrance of the school?"**

 "Rai... Zel..."

*Gulp*

How could he forget? The slithering beast who had him in its clutches. The scaly, cold touch on his skin, as well as its course and intimidating growls. Enma's first day at the school had already been a wild time he couldn't forget. Though surprisingly, the beast had been friendly, somewhat endearing. Yet for some odd reason, when the person next to his stall had spoken, they didn't possess the same intimidating voice Raizel did.

 "I remember however... You don't quite sound like Raizel-san..."

**"Waaahh!?"**

*Hmm!?*

Just as he was about to start washing his raven-colored hair, the yelp of Raizel would catch his attention. Once again, it almost didn't seem like the same beast who welcomed him, yet as the mask slid over, 2 arms reaching towards it could be seen. Had the person he knew as Raizel be this very same person? Maybe in a different form? Well, it didn't matter right now. With a kind smile, he'd reach towards the mask, and gently, he'd place it on Raizel's hand.

 "There you go! Be careful alright?"
Marsha
Her grabby hands take the masks before sliding her limbs back into her own side of the stall. Sitting up on her knees she glanced at her wooden mask before hugging it close to her bubble covered chest. 

*"There you go! Be careful alright?"*

To his response Raizel subconsciously nods with her mouth turning into a nervous squiggle. When glancing back to her wooden mask again, she recalls him mentioning about her not sounding like she did in her other form.

"I-It's difficult to speak English in a different shape... The language is so stiff and changing so much," Raizel said, removing the towel from the bench to dry the mask. "Even now as a human I-I struggle... I speak only a dying language that the elders use in the village." And she places her precious object back on the bench before returning to her showering stall. "I-I'm not exactly great at understanding people... My mum raised me under her care away from them. Unlike my totem form, she is far much larger and greater than l-little old me." 

Raizel washes the bubbles from her hair and frame before turning the tap off. "I never saw her change into a human... It-it was odd... It did make me feel much less taking on an image of a person. And even much less wh-when I'm with all the-these other humans... And expect to be human when I am not raised to be one?" 

She removes the towel from the hook to dry her coffee colored hair. It didn't take her long to get into her long sleeved shirt, seal skin jacket, jeans and leather boots. The clinking of her bone necklace rattled when she placed it over her head. "Everyone looks the same... Then I saw you." 

There was a sad look in her eyes that is now hidden behind her old mask. "You still have culture and arrived from old traditions that I appreciate. For a long time people have seen me as strange because I dress differently and my upbringings are foreign. So... I got really excited to finally see someone that I hope to relate to somehow..."
Gene
It didn't take long before the shy person would take hold of their mask with great veracity. The way they slid towards his stall and back, while most may seem uncomfortable, Enma would go as far as to let out a quaint chuckle. Of course, he was somewhat of an ugly duckling or black sheep compared to most. 

 "Ah- So English is not your first language either? I understand now, it's the same for me!"

The man replied with a light and soft tone, a hint of raspiness could be heard hidden beneath his voice. Whilst his hands would brush against his hair, strands would be caught in between the gaps of his fingers. Foaming, bubbly shampoo that smelled like peaches, probably the reason why he smelled the way he did when they first met. 

Listening to her story, it seemed like Raizel had grown up in a rather peculiar manner, somewhat similar to he did. The way she described her inability to relate to others, to see herself as a human. Especially with a paranormal mother who had raised her in the ways of the old. Comparably, Enma was more or less aware of his own position within his family. The traditions they practiced, the strictness of their code of conduct. All of which he had been instilled ever since he learned to walk and talk.

 "Well, I guess you are not the only one who feels that way then?"

A light chuckle would escape his lips as he smiled with slid eyes, closed from washing his hair. Heavy droplets of water poured onto the ground as they cleansed away the foam on his hair. The smell would waft towards the entire washroom as only the two were there.

 "It seems like we're both out of touch here... So I hope we can get along for as long as possible! Raizel-san!"

Drying his body with a long towel and his hair with a smaller one, his glistening hair would be wrapped by the towel, letting it dry slowly. Donning a kimono without any undergarments as per his traditions, the man would walk out the stall as the coldness of the air would soon touch his pale skin.

*Achoo-*
Marsha
"I hope so too.." Raizel pulled on her deer skinned backpack before stepping out of the shower with her mask on. Now that she is a 5'7 ft tall girl it felt more intimidating to be towered over by a muscular well-dressed man. Raizel felt tiny. Tiny as a timid barn mouse turning her glowing pale eyes up to see Enma's kind face.

She didn't quite expect him to be this tall!

"Uh? Uhuwwhaa?" She couldn't help herself from staring at the other with round eyes. Then she could not help but admire the beautiful kimono he wore that caught her attention. Her eyes twinkled. "Woooww, I want to know a lot about your culture i-f you don't mind!?"