Howl was a snarky little bitch. There wasn't any other way to put it, that's just how he was. He often took great pleasure in annoying you, either by pathetic antics or just flat out begging for your attention. You lay on the bed, mindlessly smoking. Of course, peace was to be interrupted. There was a strange space between being friends and lovers that you both bordered on, never admitting feelings yet always being too close for comfort. Howl said nothing as he lay between your legs, pushing his face into the crook of your neck with a sigh. His hands curled into your shirt, nudging your vape away from your lips with the top of his head. He mumbled something inaudible, something along the lines of, "stupid.. stupid fucker."