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paixaorpg2006-07-02 07:53 am
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In which Howl is agitated... [ACTIVE]
Character(s): Howl, Yuki Eiri (and anyone who wants to join in).
Content: Howl decides that waiting at his hotel will do nothing and decides to wander about. Sitting, though, is better than walking, so he's made himself comfortable on an outside seat at the nearest cafe.
Setting: Exiting the Haja o Que Houver [F4] and then sitting at the
Cafe Ersesat [H4]
Time: Tuesday night around seven-ish.
Warnings: None.
It was unsettling to have woken the previous day to find that she was gone. Moreso, since given her condition the day before he wouldn't have expected her to wake up, much less walk out of the hotel to leave.
Damn girl, he mutters inwardly to himself, nodding absently to the hotel clerk as he makes his way out the lobby and onto the illuminated street, the sounds of music reverberating through the air. One hand holds his coat in place as the air whips about, it's fine whispers running through his hair.
He had waited for most of the day, stayed indoors and in the hotel room enjoying food that he didn't have to bother to share and silence that reminded him of why he'd chosen to become a hermit half the time back where the world made sense and Calcifer was just a stairway away.
He wanted to go and find her, but considering the size of this town, that was going to be difficult in itself. So instead he focuses on not looking for her. He is, afterall, surprised that for someone he had met for such a short time, Asuka has managed to turn him into someone he barely recognizes: a man who actually worries for someone else4's welfare.
It'll pass. You're not one to linger with the dames anyway. Calcifer's voice in his head is a fabrication -- an echo of memory that suits the situation, though the words and sentiment are from another time entirely.
He notes the people around him and inhales, keeping temper in check. Abandonment does not sit well with him, just as the dependency of another soul. He focuses his frustration at something else then. Something shallow, and tells himself with his little fire demon's voice that this, like all bouts of temper, will eventually pass.
Why in bloody heaven are all these people just blonde and blue-eyed? The equivalent of his voice in his head is irritated and he runs one hand through his own pale locks. You'd think that they weren't given to variety at all. His brows slightly furrowed, he ceases his walk and opts to sit in one of the empty seats under the awning of a cafe and proceeds to fiddle with his journal.
Content: Howl decides that waiting at his hotel will do nothing and decides to wander about. Sitting, though, is better than walking, so he's made himself comfortable on an outside seat at the nearest cafe.
Setting: Exiting the Haja o Que Houver [F4] and then sitting at the
Cafe Ersesat [H4]
Time: Tuesday night around seven-ish.
Warnings: None.
It was unsettling to have woken the previous day to find that she was gone. Moreso, since given her condition the day before he wouldn't have expected her to wake up, much less walk out of the hotel to leave.
Damn girl, he mutters inwardly to himself, nodding absently to the hotel clerk as he makes his way out the lobby and onto the illuminated street, the sounds of music reverberating through the air. One hand holds his coat in place as the air whips about, it's fine whispers running through his hair.
He had waited for most of the day, stayed indoors and in the hotel room enjoying food that he didn't have to bother to share and silence that reminded him of why he'd chosen to become a hermit half the time back where the world made sense and Calcifer was just a stairway away.
He wanted to go and find her, but considering the size of this town, that was going to be difficult in itself. So instead he focuses on not looking for her. He is, afterall, surprised that for someone he had met for such a short time, Asuka has managed to turn him into someone he barely recognizes: a man who actually worries for someone else4's welfare.
It'll pass. You're not one to linger with the dames anyway. Calcifer's voice in his head is a fabrication -- an echo of memory that suits the situation, though the words and sentiment are from another time entirely.
He notes the people around him and inhales, keeping temper in check. Abandonment does not sit well with him, just as the dependency of another soul. He focuses his frustration at something else then. Something shallow, and tells himself with his little fire demon's voice that this, like all bouts of temper, will eventually pass.
Why in bloody heaven are all these people just blonde and blue-eyed? The equivalent of his voice in his head is irritated and he runs one hand through his own pale locks. You'd think that they weren't given to variety at all. His brows slightly furrowed, he ceases his walk and opts to sit in one of the empty seats under the awning of a cafe and proceeds to fiddle with his journal.
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"How long have you been here, Yuki? I may... call you that?" The inquiry was only polite. People asked that sort of question everyday. But why was he being so polite, that was more interesting.
Because the guy looks nice and decent enough to be construed as normal, and because you hate not having anyone to talk to. Let's face it. You miss having me to boss around. One day he would question what powers there be why his conscience had adopted the voice of that particular fire demon. Today though, he would let it pass.
"I've been here since Friday."