twitterpated. infatuated. howl is hopelessly head over heels for the young girl he’s barely known for more than a few weeks–yet she’s so kind, so beautiful, and it makes his heart a-flutter every time she smiles at him or when he hears her voice. she’s been staying in kingsbury for a good while until they found a way to get her home, and it certainly suits her. old sophie doesn’t approve of him going after someone so young, but he dismisses her opinion.
after spending a good two hours in the bathroom that morning, primping himself for his meeting with megan, he decides he’ll skip out on breakfast and leave his guitar where it leans against the wall. he can’t play the damned old thing, anyways, so what’s the use? he says not a word to calcifer or michael or sophie as he crosses the room, just merely turns the knob so the proper color is down and steps out into the streets of kingsbury, where howl had rented megan a lavish house with plenty of servants.
he wears a violet and silver coat over his suit, one that flatters his blue eyes and dark hair. while in some place like market chipping or porthaven, he’d come off as flashy and garish, he fits in just fine in kingsbury. he strolls along the streets, a smile wide on his face, and manages to snatch a bouquet of flowers when the florist isn’t looking.
howl at least has enough decency to knock on the door when he reaches it, though he has a key to it and can easily unlock it himself if he wanted to. he rocks back and forth on his heels, hiding the bouquet behind his back. a group of girls pass, whispering amongst themselves, “whatever woman attracted a beauty such as that is certainly lucky!”