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duo maxwell,
puck

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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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"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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