[ The world hated him. The world wanted him to suffer. Howl blinks repeatedly, as if he could somehow vanish the sight before him if he'd done it enough times, and a surprised noise lodges itself in his throat as his hand is grabbed. He glances over his shoulder, quickly, at Elsa, who seems to be talking to some real "Wise Guys." Or accompanied by them?
Okay, so he knew she had a ring on her finger the whole time. But if he didn't know any better, these men looked like American old-time Gangsters. The kinds he had read about and seen in movies. He swallows a bit roughly, looking back at Claire, as a bout of nervous laughter leaves his throat. Lovely.
He hoped this man didn't get the wrong idea, but could he really complain? His expression becomes increasingly regretful as he reflects on the stupidity of his recklessness, before he offers Claire a more apologetic look. Yes, he decided he could finally meet the man's eyes. What a horrendous situation. ]
Ah, I'm sorry. I'm sure you get this all of the time, but I thought you were a beautiful woman!
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Okay, so he knew she had a ring on her finger the whole time. But if he didn't know any better, these men looked like American old-time Gangsters. The kinds he had read about and seen in movies. He swallows a bit roughly, looking back at Claire, as a bout of nervous laughter leaves his throat. Lovely.
He hoped this man didn't get the wrong idea, but could he really complain? His expression becomes increasingly regretful as he reflects on the stupidity of his recklessness, before he offers Claire a more apologetic look. Yes, he decided he could finally meet the man's eyes. What a horrendous situation. ]
Ah, I'm sorry. I'm sure you get this all of the time, but I thought you were a beautiful woman!