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.

Comments

[prinzessinasuka.livejournal.com]

Just checking the network. I'm trying to find out how this nice lady found my entry. Asuka is suddenly reminded of Jenet, Auron and The Prince and how they might be able to find her by tracking where she is using the network on the journal. After all, if the journals can connect to each other, and it has such a sophisticated map, it should at least have some kind of GPRS installed into it. Frowning in thought, she asks slowly, "Do you happen to know how to block some people from accessing your journals?"

I assume you're feeling much better now? I didn't catch your name, Scarlet. It's polite to introduce yourself, you know. Smirking at the realization that the man is actually very handsome, she thinks about how lucky she is that it was not some ugly perverted guy who found her drunk. Asuka hops off the bed and poses proudly, "My name is Asuka Langley Sohryu! I don't really mind you calling me Scarlet, though, it does have a ring to it as well."

[thewizardhowl.livejournal.com]

He nods, almost sagely and returns his attention to the journal, unfazed by her sudden enthusiasm. Fingers click rhythmically, and the screen shows the journal settings. "I'm not sure what you mean," he looks over the newest comment. "But if you mean preventing others from viewing your entries. I suppose this could work." He points to the screen, and taps lightly on the option that allows for viewing settings.

"I suppose if you tick this box here," he moves the journal's pen-like tool to the box labeled 'Private' and shrugs. "Maybe that will keep people from reading it." He glances briefly to her, the look on his face similar to that of a child on Christmas morning, "There's an option for customization as well. I suppose that means you can choose select people then."

The truth is, this new toy amuses him.