[ Her anger is met with a wide-eyed smile, like Howl is barely containing some bigger emotion — a mischevious grin, or startled fear, or even wonderment at how she's behaving. It's hard to say what it is, whatever it is, but it's definitely something. Howl certainly wouldn't say he likes this loud, rude woman, but... talking to her gives him this very odd feeling of being aggressively alive, and few people have that affect on him. Most of them women.
Raising a hand in farewell, Howl's form suddenly fades away into the air. A hundred yards away, he has his arm draped around his girlfriend's shoulder as they walk off gnawing on skewers of meat. ]
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Raising a hand in farewell, Howl's form suddenly fades away into the air. A hundred yards away, he has his arm draped around his girlfriend's shoulder as they walk off gnawing on skewers of meat. ]