[ Howl might catch the way Gen's gaze lingers on his form for a moment or two too long before drifting away. He'd die before admitting it, but the prospect of just being able to take to the air and escape the stifling environment of this place is terribly enticing. -- not that he's jealous of Howl's freedom. (He is.) ]

What d'you think, genius.

[ Yes, in other words. He's up at this hour because he's having a hard time getting to sleep, and staying indoors trapped with his thoughts had gotten unbearable at a certain point.

Gen taps a cigarette out of the (now slightly misshapen) pack to park between his lips. ]

So do you look like that because you're cursed, or is wandering around looking like a freak just a hobby of yours.