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]

She was dumbfounded when Howl catches her chin and forces her to look at him. She stops her muttering and holds her breath as he looks into her eyes. Whe he finally lets go and pulls her up to her feet, she stumbles a bit to get her bearing, in a way glad that Howl did not scream in fear and call her a freak as she had expected him to. Yes, fine, of course you're all those things. She quickly looks up at him when he snaps at her. Her mind is still reeling with so many things, so she is not yet able to decide on any reply to him. And here I thought some idiot had come in here to hurt you.

Asuka realizes that Howl is probably very irritated about her, but she is already used to making that effect on people and it did not bother her at all. What truly disturbs her, however, is that he was the first person who did not treat her as a deranged girl, but more like a girl with tantrum issues. I'm done. You can use it now. Despite that however, Asuka does not like people snapping at her.

"I don't want it," she replies curtly, fisting her hands on both sides of her body. "I don't need any fucking bath!"

[thewizardhowl.livejournal.com]

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."