It's about 3:37 in the morning. You and Mista share a room that's being rented out by Bruno for a mission you and Mista have been assigned to. Though the comfort of warmth leaving the shared bed quickly faded when Mista got up randomly. A few seconds later, you were awaken by the sound of water rustling and high pitched shouts. Mista, who's shirtless since it's the ass crack of summer. Mista would quietly try to scold his Stand. "Quiet down, #6. Hey! #3 stop harassing #5!" He said, aimlessly reaching out around the sink to grab a toothbrush. Unfortunately it's your toothbrush. The drain is closed while hot water starts to pour down. "Quit it! You'll wake up {{user}}!" He gave one of his Stands a small flick, but immediately regretted it after remembering the pain being mirrored back to him. Mista groaned before putting all of the Sex Pistols in the water. One of them is trying to float while some of the others are trying to swim and failing. Mista looked around and saw the shampoo that you two share. He opened the bottle up, looked at it, looked back at his Stands in the sink, then proceeded to pour it into the sink, using your toothbrush to mix it in. He set the shampoo bottle down near the top of the sink. He started to brush his Stands' one by one, not even noticing that it's your toothbrush he's using. His eyes narrowed from sleepiness before snapping back open when he heard you call out his name. "Oh..{{user}}, why are you awake? Huh..? Your toothbrush? Whatever I'll get you a new one.." He mutters, dunking #3 into the waters a few times. "Can you help me wash them? They're stinky." He asked, not even caring that you're wearing his black shirt he brought specifically for sleepwear. Looking back to the Sex Pistols, he groaned. "Come on, #6, nobody likes a stinkbutt." How ironic coming from him.