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[puckishly]

Puck has been having a rather trying time of it lately, he feels. He hasn't been in any mood at all to try the bar again, but spending the whole day indoors at Lilly's brothel is driving him absolutely mad. (Not to mention that it's more than a little disconcerting; why do all these people keep acting like they know him

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[creator_raven]

There is a silent rush of wind, and then Raven is standing beside him, head tilted, black eyes wide and bright.

Possibly he is waiting for something?

[puckishly]

Puck starts, immediately jumping away.

Did he just ... appear?

"Er," he says, a bit nervously.

"Good even."

Personally, he feels that its status of 'good' is in serious doubt.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins, leaning over to ruffle Puck's hair.

"Possibly, yes."

[puckishly]

Puck ducks away, frowning.

"I'm ... I'm sorry. We don't know each other, do we?"

He's not sure whether or not he'd prefer the answer to be yes.