[ The door opens, but beyond all expectations, the person who opened it is not the hunched old mage. It's not just someone Howl has never seen before, but the type of person he never would have expected to answer — almost impossibly tall, freshly showered, and stunningly beautiful. Almost alien in their beauty, very nearly incredible, with eyes that seem to glow, a heart-shaped face, and the most luscious, vibrant hair he's ever seen.
The young wizard gawks up at the stranger, struggling to place their exact gender, and nearly forgetting why he came to this door at all. ]
Y — Yes. A friend.
[ Finally, he blinks and hazards a glance into the dormitory room. If Emet-Selch is here, Howl can't see him, and doesn't hear him. He looks back to the unknown person and notices for the first time that they appear to be wearing... well, surely not lingerie, but nightwear. Pajamas.
uhh, what the hell is going on. ]
I was just... in the neighborhood, and thought to check on him. [ pause. ] Who are you?
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The young wizard gawks up at the stranger, struggling to place their exact gender, and nearly forgetting why he came to this door at all. ]
Y — Yes. A friend.
[ Finally, he blinks and hazards a glance into the dormitory room. If Emet-Selch is here, Howl can't see him, and doesn't hear him. He looks back to the unknown person and notices for the first time that they appear to be wearing... well, surely not lingerie, but nightwear. Pajamas.
uhh, what the hell is going on. ]
I was just... in the neighborhood, and thought to check on him. [ pause. ] Who are you?