15: In Which Everything Comes Up Roses [Video]
[Oh, look. It's Howl's room again. A familiar sight by now, isn't it? But what's this? How odd, there seems to be something different. And, perhaps, that could be contributed to the roses. Everywhere.
[There are whole vines of them, embracing the cabinet, overrunning the desk, splashing up the walls. The dangling windchimes on the ceiling are being methodically strangled by more ropes of the flower, the tendrils draping down like replacement ornaments.]
[They're large, and, arguably speaking, very pretty.]
[...But it soon becomes apparent they're not at all intentional.]
[Seconds later there's a slam, and Howl practically bursts into the feed mid-swear. Even as he dashes inside, he's yanking off his coat - fostering a flock of lovely little pink blooms - and he's simultaneously running a hand through his hair, where a crown of large white ones are trying to take residence. In this gesture his hair immeditely goes from flaxen blond to black, and then he's yanking out the impending blossoms...fortunately, no more seem to try growing as he does.]
[Shortly afterwards he yanks off the blue pendant around his neck, (in the process of growing a passel of tiny blue roses itself), throws that on the bed (seemindly the only piece of furniture in the room unaffected), and then, in a very harried fashion, turns to survey the overgrown room around him.]
Curse that woman!