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Duo is eating dinner in a booth, surrounded by printouts of computer schematics. He glances up now and then to watch the crowd, but most of his attention in on his work.

Oh yeah. And the food. He remembers that occasionally.

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There is a sneaky, sneaky fae perched atop the booth. To an outside observer, it would seem rather ominous perching, really.

Duo's fingers clench on his chopsticks for a moment as the hair of the back of his neck stands up.

He shuffles some papers and doesn't look up.

Very quietly, Puck removes a coin from his pocket and drops it onto Duo's head.

Duo tilts his head back just far enough to catch sight of his oh-so-sneaky abuser.

"Pennies from heaven?"

He chuckles down at him.

"As near to it as you'll come in this life, my dear."

Duo smirks. "This is all I get, so I'll take it." He balances the coin on one of his chopsticks.

Puck grins appreciatively at the trick, appearing across the table from Duo.

"Papers again? I thought I'd cured you of that little habit."

Duo glowers at him. "You throw these in the fire, and... I will have my vengeance. I have to prove I know all this crap when I get back home."

He waves a threatening chopstick at Puck.

He snorts.

"I would dearly love to see you try."

Duo narrows his eyes in a speculative manner. "Think smoke'll come out my ears if I think about it hard enough?"

"You're welcome to try it," he says encouragingly.

"I guess I need what few brains I have."

There is a perfect set up. Apparently Duo is playing the straight man tonight.

Puck snickers.

"Well, no one else wants them."

Duo snorts. "No, I don't imagine so."

He smirks. "You can't say yours are in high demand either."

Oh, Duo. You wound him.

"I beg your pardon?"

Duo taps his fingers on his chin and looks up at the ceiling. "Too scrambled."

He rolls his eyes.

"Better than having them hard-boiled."

"This way I am for immune to hard knocks. Such as people dropping me on my head. Or headlocks."

Pause.

"Speaking of, how's the boytoy?"

"Speaking of headlocks, how's the boytoy?" Puck repeats incredulously.

"... He does have a name, you know. If that penetrated your dubious brains."

"I was thinking back to the way we met, of course." Duo grins.

"You two are well suited." Duo is now eyeing the rather large hickey on Puck's neck.

"Ah, yes," Puck says with a sigh of reminiscence. "That was fun."

His smile changes somehow-- twists, perhaps, or stretches tight and thin-- and he turns up the collar of his shirt. Absently, as if he didn't notice Duo's glance. Then the brilliant grin is back.

"Well. I do rather like him."

Duo rests his elbows on the table, then his chin in his hands. He watches Puck.

"Yeah. I could tell."

He raises a wry eyebrow.

"Now, don't go getting any ideas, young master."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, rather quietly.

Curious at the change in tone, he prods Duo. "Hmm?"

"You didn't get that from him."

He shrugs easily.

"He isn't the only one."

~~"Guess he really is your boytoy, then."~~

"...he doesn't keep you busy enough? Or should I give him a leash?"

Puck blinks. Then he smiles.

"It isn't a matter of being 'enough.' Havelock is quite satisfactory. I simply don't limit myself to one at a time."

Pause.

"A leash would be lovely, but I doubt I could convince him to wear it."

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