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milliways_bar2010-03-25 07:38 pm
oneman_onevote) wrote in milliways_bar2010-03-25 07:38 pm
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The sky over Milliways outside has elected to break into one of those energetic downpours that the optimistic call a 'spring shower.' Sparring in adversity is one thing, but a sword fight becomes a tricky thing when you are rapidly beoming soaked to the skin.
Therefore Puck and Havelock have called a finish for today and open the door from the bar, each carrying a sword, and shaking off water.
Havelock peels off his coat, revealing a marginally drier shirt. "That went well, I thought," he says breezily, heading for the bar.
"Oh, I quite agree," Puck replies, who himself appears remarkably unconcerned by the fact that he is dripping all over the floor. "I am amazed, but it does seem your tutelage begins to stick."
(This might be putting it slightly optimistically, but at least Puck remembered to actually attempt to formulate his own sequence of attacks rather than just mimicking Havelock's.)
"It would seem so," the assassin agrees gravely, navigating around a table full of patrons. "Soon your technique will match your speed, and then I'm afraid I'll be no challenge at all."
Puck bats his eyelashes. "You flatter me," he says cheerfully. "Bar darling, could you see your way to a bit of cocoa?"
A few moments later sees the pair drying by the fire, Puck having been coaxed into a fresh shirt and breeches and Havelock with a towel, idly rubbing at his hair. The swords - both cleaned and dried before Havelock started on himself - are still in evidence.
[OOC: A combo post for all your threading needs! Merc and I are both here, taggable, and good for slowtimes!
EDIT: And now I am abed! Threads continue tomorrow? <3!]
Therefore Puck and Havelock have called a finish for today and open the door from the bar, each carrying a sword, and shaking off water.
Havelock peels off his coat, revealing a marginally drier shirt. "That went well, I thought," he says breezily, heading for the bar.
"Oh, I quite agree," Puck replies, who himself appears remarkably unconcerned by the fact that he is dripping all over the floor. "I am amazed, but it does seem your tutelage begins to stick."
(This might be putting it slightly optimistically, but at least Puck remembered to actually attempt to formulate his own sequence of attacks rather than just mimicking Havelock's.)
"It would seem so," the assassin agrees gravely, navigating around a table full of patrons. "Soon your technique will match your speed, and then I'm afraid I'll be no challenge at all."
Puck bats his eyelashes. "You flatter me," he says cheerfully. "Bar darling, could you see your way to a bit of cocoa?"
A few moments later sees the pair drying by the fire, Puck having been coaxed into a fresh shirt and breeches and Havelock with a towel, idly rubbing at his hair. The swords - both cleaned and dried before Havelock started on himself - are still in evidence.
[OOC: A combo post for all your threading needs! Merc and I are both here, taggable, and good for slowtimes!
EDIT: And now I am abed! Threads continue tomorrow? <3!]
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All the same, Havelock doesn't look too worried.
(He knows that librarians are not to be lightly trifled with.)
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If Havelock requires it, Puck shall be silent forever.
Or at least until supper.
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...Unless Havelock decides there's been enough quiet and takes steps, perhaps.
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Oh, no, anything but steps!
Puck is unperturbed!
Or maybe he just has no idea.
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He'll never see it coming.
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...Or not.
:|
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Puck is not TMIing!
Not much!
(Dude, there's only so much he can do, Havelock's right here. So between the buzzing bumblebee swerves that wheel off into what Havelock is up to this time and which books of his will make the best decoration for the bottom of the lake and what he thinks he'll have for supper, there is a warmer and steadier undercurrent that resembles nothing so much as a perpetual wavelength of ... contentment, perhaps, or security, and near-perfect trust.
--And all right, some of it is making a very painstaking catalogue of every scar on Havelock's body, a topography with which Puck happens to be exceedingly familiar.
It can't all be sunshine and dewy sighs. And on that front, Puck is probably prey to more than a few niggling spikes of anxiety ... though he is fond of this place, he is well aware how very many may be watching.
It's just that it's so seldom enough to stop him.)