[ Once inside, the room is spread out in full for Liem to absorb. Basically what's described here, but with more of the dirt and clutter typical of Howl — unswept wooden floors, a tall stack of dishes in the sink, a pile of dirty towels and laundry sitting in a heap beside it, three months' worth of ash sitting in dusty heaps around the modest fire crackling in the hearth. Howl lets go of Liem's hand once they're inside and quickly turns around to shut the door, which as it turns out, was the front door of a cottage home, which makes this its main ground floor. ]
And here we are! [ With the door shut, he returns to Liem's side, looking very proud of himself for that portal trick. He sweeps his arm across the untidy room. ] My humble abode. Please, make yourself at home.
[ He flashes Liem a grin — was that a self-aware joke or not? — before crossing the room to begin talking to the fire. ]
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And here we are! [ With the door shut, he returns to Liem's side, looking very proud of himself for that portal trick. He sweeps his arm across the untidy room. ] My humble abode. Please, make yourself at home.
[ He flashes Liem a grin — was that a self-aware joke or not? — before crossing the room to begin talking to the fire. ]
Are you awake, old friend?