Wary friends... [COMPLETED]

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Characters: Howl and Asuka.
Content: Howl goes back to his hotel room. Asuka tags along.
Setting: Haja o Que Houver [F4]
Time: Saturday early morning, around 4-5am.
Warnings: Howl in just a towel (you get the picture), and Asuka swearing at Howl at one point.



The room was relatively plain -- at least by Howl's standards. The one he had back at his castle was more elaborate, which was to say, far more cluttered than the neat, homey, but worn hotel room at the Haja o Que Houver.

"Make yourself comfortable." Howl yawned, tilting his head to one side in an attempt to work the kink out in his neck muscle. He walked towards the side table and picked up the upside-down plate that covered another before he turned to look back towards Asuka. "It's cold, but I think it's still okay to eat." A half scoop of mashed potatoes with peas, carrots and one last slice of what appeared to be roast beef.

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The warm water washing over her feet feels pleasant, but she lets out a muffled yelp when the water touches her wounds, which is not as pleasant. She gingerly puts her injured hand into the water, nonetheless, feeling the prickling pain subside to dull throbbing in a few moments. With that settled, she leans back and stares at the ceiling once more, this time noticing subtle molds forming on the white surface. I kinda miss the idiot.

Absentmindedly, she takes the bottle of placed on the counter beside the bathtub and pours the contents on the water. Her wounds start stinging again but she keeps her eyes on the ceiling and ignores it. She reaches the knob with her foot and turns off the flowing water; silence dropping over the room abruptly with only the subtle sounds of rippling water echoing on the walls. Still preoccupied with the ceiling, she starts scrubbing herself, taking care not to reopen the wounds even if some seemed to have reopened, judging from the pain.

When her neck is cramped already she turns her head to the door, wondering what Howl could be doing behind it. She wonders for how long she would want to tag along with the man before running away from him like she did with her previous companions. I'll tag along until I find Baka or Misato or Hikari, if I ever would.

She turns her attention back to the bathtub, which is now filled with reddish-water because of her wounds. Snorting in disgust and annoyance, she steps out and drains it, glad that there is no stain left on the white ceramic. Asuka steps into the shower and starts rinsing herself off, while thinking back on many things that are still unclear in her mind. How she got to this place, what happened beforehand, where her wounds are from, they are all just jumbled mass of questions without answers until she finally comes to the most important question of all. She peeks her head out of the shower and shouts to Howl through the door, "Hey Howl, do you happen to have any extra clothes I can borrow?"

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He looks up at the sound of her voice, his fingers still preoccupied with adjusting the sleeve of his shirt. Walking to the closet, he pulls out the other bathrobe and goes to stand by the bathroom door.

"You shouldn't expect that I'd have soemthing on hand for you." He tells her through the door. "It's not as if I keep extra clothes in case a girl drops by." He sighs and runs scratches his cheek lightly with one finger. "There's a spare bathrobe here and I'm holding it right now. I don't think you'd appreciate me coming in, so you might as well open the door a crack and take it from me."