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Wary friends... [COMPLETED]
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.
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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"Don't look," she makes a gesture for him to go away. "I'm weak and worthless and ugly!" she closes her eyes and hugs her knee to herself, muttering the sentence over and over again like a mantra that might make it all alright. I'm weak and worthless and ugly. weak worthless ugly. weakworthlessuglyweakworthlessugly...
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He says nothing, it is his manner of handling her that says STOP THAT, it is the chilled quality in his gaze that he trusts will cease her hysterical tantrum.
He looks at her eye, at the damage there, and thinks that it is nothing rest and time won't fix. He sighs and lets her go just as roughly as he pulled her up and runs a frustrated hand through his dripping blonde hair.
"Yes, fine, of course you're all those things." He snaps, though his voice remains level. "Tch." He shakes his head, droplets of water dripping onto the carpet or trickling down his skin. He walks back to the bathroom. "And here I thought some idiot had come in here to hurt you."
He makes another irritated sound and grabs his clothes off the floor. He doesn't bother to look at her, and instead opens the cabinet door to bring out one of the robes provided by the hotel.
"I'm done." He murmurs nonchalantly. "You can use it now."