Howl shrugs nonchalantly as he slips on the robe, his back turned to her while he does so. "Whichever you prefer." He replies and runs his fingers through his hair as he brushes past her without so much as a sidewards glance.
"If that's what you plan to do though," he stretches, "you sleep on the floor."
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"If that's what you plan to do though," he stretches, "you sleep on the floor."