hey, soul sister ! [ches <3]

[Howell Jenkins]

( HEY SOUL SISTER, AIN'T THAT MISTER MISTER )
ON YOUR RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU MOVE AIN'T FAIR
( YOU KNOW HEY SOUL SISTER, I DON'T WANNA MISS A SINGLE THING )
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Life is, in the simplest sense, one of the most frustrating things in the world.

The funny thing is that no matter what you do, or what anyone does, life will always, somehow, be a part of you. Howl figured that out the hard way - because taking his life isn't the smartest thing, even if he was sick and tired of it.

Right now, though, all he wants is something as simple as a cup of coffee and some kind of sweet delight, which, if his memory serves him right, Markl called a 'cookie'. This is why, when he passes by a cafe and smells the aroma of said cookie, he immediately floats towards the building and walks through the door. Naturally, there are stares. Howl is used to them, these stares, and when he catches the eye of someone, he turns to them and winks. Male or female, he sees them turn a little embarrassed or shy, and it's times like these that the words of his demon comes to his mind - words like everyone falls a little bit in love with you, Howl - and who is the wizard to reject those pieces of truth, anyway?

It's funny, though, how life rejects him even that.

"That will be..."

The clerk says the price of a cup of coffee and a cookie, and Howl raises his eyebrows because the currency here is definitely different from the currency he had in his little place in Wales. Funny how he doesn't have the correct money type, and when the clerk makes a face that reads I'll be kicking you out of this establishment, sir, the blond tilts his head ever so slightly - and with that the clerk is under his spell. "I've paid for this, haven't I?"

[/color] Howl whispers in that deep, husky voice of his; sounding much more like a siren meant to confuse sailors at sea, and the clerk nods. He grins, then, and walks over towards a table, taking a sip from his coffee and beginning to bite into his cookie.

The thing is, despite the wondrous flavors exploding in his mouth from the sweet thing, Howl still feels a little empty. Loneliness is something he should be used to by now, but at this point, he couldn't care less. A companion would be nice, even if said companion is someone as frustrating as Calcifer, and he leans an elbow on the table, chin in his palm and blue eyes glassy. The male wonders what it is he'll have to do to get someone to sit across from him, and preferably, someone interesting.

But life has a way with kicking his ass - and Howl figures things just won't end up the way he wants them to.

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TAGGED: ches <3
WORDS: 463 <3
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[/COLOR] Hey, Soul Sister - Train
NOTES:[/color] let the crackship begin~
CREDIT:[/color] template by me, naturally. c:[/size][/blockquote]

[Ches The Cheshire Cat]

Ches wasn’t usually one to go out in public, however, as he was floating casually in the air, invisible of course, he noticed a human...floating? Curiosity perked in his mind and he floated after the human. This was going to be interesting. The little red backpack jingled merrily with coin and he landed atop the countertop, manifesting out of thin air and ordering a cup of Mint tea with honey in it. Digging out the monetary amount, he paid for the tea, and then looked around curiously. The cafe was relatively empty, except for..it was him, the human that had floated towards the cafe! Oh joy! He could go speak to this human about how he had managed that.

Shrugging the backpack back on, he took the cup in his paws, and lazily floated towards him. Ches rather liked this human’s scent, it was different than what he was used to. He rested about an inch above the table, looking at Howl carefully, his long tail swished from side to side as he regarded the male with those bright, beautiful green eyes of his.

"Hello" He stated a simple greeting, ears twitching softly as he waited for the male to answer him. He took a sip of his tea, sitting comfortably in the air, he wasn't about to sit on top of the table (So rude to do that) and he wasn't exactly...tall enough to sit normally on the chairs, so he settled for just hovering in the air, smiling. Plus the floating, talking thing tended to freak humans out, so, he was rather excited to see the blonde male's reaction.


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Tag: Howl