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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

There is one more empty bed in the infirmary.

The reason for that is sitting on the piano, glancing around the bar with sharp green eyes.

He's a little slow still, but really feeling much better.

Really.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck gives him a we-are-not-amused look.

"I were better to learn not to become distracted-- though that, I expect, is a thing not to be helped."

[creator_raven]

Raven just blinks at him.

"It is so problematic for you?"

Raven would know nothing about that, of course.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck blinks back.

"It's in my nature, I should think."

[creator_raven]

"Better to know, perhaps."

Raven shrugs, shifting around to look at Puck.

Upside-down.

"Or so I often find it."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck snorts.

Cleeeeearly impressed.

"I do so envy you."

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"Everyone does, I think."

Except when they don't.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"And you say you've no care for self-flattery."

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"Sometimes I lie."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck smiles, looking rather satisfied.

"At least you're honest about it."

[creator_raven]

"There are times I make an effort."

He shrugs, and settles back.

The piano bench is not so uncomfortable, perhaps.