10th Contract - [video/action]

[conesoldstober]

[Howl is on his front lawn. He's beaming, looking happier than he's been in months, his blond hair flying artfully in the wind.]

Good morning, City. Or is it afternoon? I've been rather preoccupied, actually.

[He sends another blinding grin in the direction of the camera before he turns around. He raises his arms, and begins to speak. The words sound not entirely like his own voice, and don't seem to stay in your mind no matter how well you listen. They finish with a crack of thunder, and suddenly storm clouds start to fill the clear blue sky. They gather over the lawn where Howl is standing, and it begins to rain torrentially, carefully avoiding getting Howl wet of course. After a few moments it clears, the clouds dispersing to leave hot, wet sunshine and a single rainbow.

He's grinning so hard his face might split.]



bloody hell it feels good to be back.



[ooc: Howl's magic is returned! Which means he is in a celebratory mood. /nudgenudgewinkwink. Feel free to come by his place to witness this little display, or bump into him around town.]

Comments

Et tu, Sophie?

[candothat]

[Not good, not good. Chekov thinks of Sophie as an older sister, maybe--certainly not someone to kiss. Since he isn't sure what compelled him to kiss Howl, he's a bit afraid to talk to Sophie; it might happen again!

But not acknowledging her would be rude.]

Sophie, yes, thank you, but--

[And quite against his will, he kisses Sophie.]

look, cesar, this is a nice death

[mrsnose]

[That is incredibly unexpected and shocking and many more adjectives to describe surprise; she likes Pavel, of course, he's a polite young man that reminds her a bit of Michael. But she'd never kiss him.

And yet, she is responding quite someto that kiss herself, which manages not to freak her out for all of...three seconds. four, maybe. Before she pulls away and covers her mouth.]

P-Pavel --

okay, yes.

[candothat]

[What is even happening.

As soon as the impulsion to kiss Sophie vanishes and they're awash in mutual horror, Chekov quickly puts some distance between them.]

Eto piz dets! Sophie, sorry! Curse.

[And with that, he runs for his room. If he gets there, God willing, there won't be anyone to celebrate his escape with.]

.

[mrsnose]

[Uhm. They'll...have a very serious talk about this. One day.]