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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[prinzessinasuka.livejournal.com]

I'll clean up first. You go ahead and eat. It would be rude of her to think so, but she is rather glad that Howl had decided to go into the bathroom and leave her alone with her dinner/breakfast. She watches him walk to the door and right before he closes the door, she mutters softly to his back, "Thank you," not exactly sure whether she wants it to be heard or not.

The door clicks softly behind him and Asuka watches it for a moment, before turning her attention to the food before her. She picks up the fork and begins eating. Her throat is still parched from throwing up, but her hunger is stronger and she eats anyway. The food is cold, but it is about the best meal she has ever had in a long time.

She lets the fork linger in her mouth in thought; she really hasn't eaten anything for a very long time. The last meal before this that she remembers is... in Hikari's house. And that was before she ran away and-- she takes the fork out of her mouth and starts eating again; thinking about it makes her feel stupid and she would rather not remind herself of it again. Once she finishes eating, she puts down the fork neatly on the plate and covers it with the upside down plate again.

Wondering what she should do while waiting for Howl, she leans back on the chair she is sitting on and finds herself seeing the bright lamp right above her. It rather hurts her eyes to be staring at the light, but she has always wondered what the dummkopf usually sees in the ceiling...

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Inside the bath Howl sets a hand on the counter and then looks up into the mirror to check his face. There are shadows under his eyes -- he hasn't slept properly since he arrived, and he would chalk it up to the way his sleeping habits have been unintentionally reversed if only the lingering memory of the burned area of the city way over in Muspelheim didn't continue to bother him.

Shedding his clothes like a shake, he reaches out to open the tap and steps into the tub as water begins to fill it. If he falls sleep after this bath, then well and good. If not, he'd head out and leave the girl to rest and come back a little before noon.

Thoughtfully he traces his finger along the curve of his eyebrow and into his hair. I never asked for her name. He muses and shrugs, reaching up to pick the bar of soap from it's place in the wall.