Howl had opted to see a different location within the facility, but was disappointed to find that the security was vigilant. It was looking as though he would need to wait for nightfall in order to get some time to himself, and even then he was skeptical. At this point, he was expecting to be chained to his bed and stared at all night just to make sure he couldn't get his hands on a proper comb.
As the nurse escorted him into the sun room, she kept a close eye on him while Howl looked extremely put upon. His nurse was immune to every explanation of why this situation was patently ridiculous, and Howl was growing aware that his voice had turned into a whine. Unfortunately, it wasn't merely his vanity taking a toll on his nerves. 'Bob' from earlier had left Howl feeling uncomfortable, and a cursory glance at the bulletin board showed an eerily elaborate story that every single one of the patients apparently subscribed to.
"I think it'll really help you to form some new friendships," his American nurse told him. The more Howl whined, the more she sounded as though she were addressing a child. "Look, Courtney is by herself. Courtney, Howell is new and in need of a friendly face."
Howl tensed very slightly. There was far too much socialization going on today. A part of him desperately just wanted to be left alone to sort himself out... but Courtney was a very pretty girl. She looked athletic and graceful, and reminded him a bit of the women that ran track back at his university. (Of course, it was apparent that Courtney was not of university age.) Either way, none of those girls had a wash of bright pink hair like hers. Courtney's dye job was absolutely impeccable from root to tip. It made Howl more jealous than he'd like to admit, that she was able to keep (and upkeep) her color while he was not.
Still, he smiled his best smile, and remained politely standing. "I've always had a fondness for cats," he said, watching the feline. Cats were an excellent shape to imitate for a quick escape. "Though I've never owned one. May I join you?"
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As the nurse escorted him into the sun room, she kept a close eye on him while Howl looked extremely put upon. His nurse was immune to every explanation of why this situation was patently ridiculous, and Howl was growing aware that his voice had turned into a whine. Unfortunately, it wasn't merely his vanity taking a toll on his nerves. 'Bob' from earlier had left Howl feeling uncomfortable, and a cursory glance at the bulletin board showed an eerily elaborate story that every single one of the patients apparently subscribed to.
"I think it'll really help you to form some new friendships," his American nurse told him. The more Howl whined, the more she sounded as though she were addressing a child. "Look, Courtney is by herself. Courtney, Howell is new and in need of a friendly face."
Howl tensed very slightly. There was far too much socialization going on today. A part of him desperately just wanted to be left alone to sort himself out... but Courtney was a very pretty girl. She looked athletic and graceful, and reminded him a bit of the women that ran track back at his university. (Of course, it was apparent that Courtney was not of university age.) Either way, none of those girls had a wash of bright pink hair like hers. Courtney's dye job was absolutely impeccable from root to tip. It made Howl more jealous than he'd like to admit, that she was able to keep (and upkeep) her color while he was not.
Still, he smiled his best smile, and remained politely standing. "I've always had a fondness for cats," he said, watching the feline. Cats were an excellent shape to imitate for a quick escape. "Though I've never owned one. May I join you?"