Wary friends... [COMPLETED]

[thewizardhowl.livejournal.com]

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]

Her neck is starting to cramp and her eyes are starting to sting from looking up at the ceiling so much. She shifts into a normal sitting position and looks over to the door where Howl had disappeared to some time ago-- no, a lot of time ago. She stands up from her chair and walks over to the door. She feels like banging on the door and shouting insults at whoever is on the other side of the door like she usually does back home, but she thinks that is would be inappopriate to do to Howl who saved her and all.

Chewing her bottom lip for a moment, she raises a hand over the wooden door and knocks three times, "Hey Howl, will you still be taking long?" she knocks again, harder this time, "If you don't let me take a bath soon, I'm gonna strat stinking up your whole room, you know!"

[thewizardhowl.livejournal.com]

He brushes his hair out of his eyes, the soap suds falling along his shoulder and upper arm. He hears her loud and clear, even if the door muffles her words just a little bit, and he frowns.

Back home, no one would dare disturb him. His baths ranged an hour or two, and no less than that. Damn girl, he thinks, just a tad bit annoyed at her. His baths were ritual and short of sacred. You'd think the girl would sympathize given that most women were given to the same habit.

Opting to say nothing, Howl continues on his way, cupping a handful of water in both palms and splashing it on his face to clear any possible soap from his skin.