[ It's always harder dealing with the pleasant fuckers, the ones who respond to his usual attitude without batting an eye and maintaining an obnoxious smile the whole time. Gen's displeasure is obvious in the face of Howl's mild demeanor, his brow lowering and eyes narrowing, but he also has no immediate rebuke to give -- mostly because the sound of movement from somewhere off to his right has him looking over sharply.

It ends up being nothing, probably just some passing animal. But still. His nerves are clearly on end. ]

... a guy around my height. [ In the end, he ends up accepting Howl's offer. Less because he wants to, and more because he'll (grudgingly) acknowledge that Howl is right -- it'd be stupid trying to go solo here when he doesn't need to. He's not in any rush to die a stupid death just yet. Gen restlessly shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he continues. ] Blonde hair, short. Has kind of a stupid look on his face. Said he's also a highschooler -- he's around my age, I mean.

[ He looks Howl over from tip to feathery tip in scrutiny. ]

Guess you might see better in the dark than me. [ Maybe? What does he know about the physical capabilities of wizards who can turn into freaky bird-things. ] So. Just let me know if you see him.