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]

No, you take a bath and you get one half of the bed. What sort of gentleman would I be if I let you sleep on the floor?

She snorts at him but walks over to the bathroom anyway, looking at him over her shoulder when she reaches the door. "Just make sure you put pillows on the floor 'cause I'm gonna kick your smug ass off the bed!" And with a flurry of scarlet hair, Asuka disappears behind the door with a slam. She looses her plug suit and starts taking, or rather, peeling it off when she suddenly remembers something. She rushes to the door again and shouts through it, "And I'm not ugly because I know you don't tease ugly girls!"

Content with what she just said, she steps into the bathtub with a smile on her face. Victory is always sweet, after all.

[thewizardhowl.livejournal.com]

Howl shakes his head upon hearing her somewhat muffled retort and walks over to pick up his previously used clothes again. Silly girl. He muses as he walks to the dresser where he opens a drawer to lift up a small vial. He sprinkles a little of the contents onto the fabric and smoothes the powder over the cloth, channeling his will to aid his little spell into doing what it was meant to.

It will take fifteen minutes, but by the end ofthat his shirt and pants will be as if they were newly washed.