Now, initially, Puck had sworn and stomped around and been unhappy about the pony arrangement. Then he'd taken a look out into the hall, seen he was hardly alone in this, and realized that he might as well make the best of it
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"What else am I gonna do?" Puck all but whined, though he got distracted by actually looking at her. "You look pretty. I mean, for a horse. What's on your ass?"
"I don't know, pony stuff," Quinn said mildly. "Frolic. Graze."
She was trotting in circles as she spoke, almost breaking her neck as she tried to see her marking. "I think it's my Q!" she preened. "And you have that Jewish star thing. Hot."
"Why do we have tattoos on our asses?" Puck wondered, laughing as he watched her. "I think you're doing better with the pony thing than me. I think you like it."
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Then, with a snicker: "...wait, are you trying to work out?"
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She was trotting in circles as she spoke, almost breaking her neck as she tried to see her marking. "I think it's my Q!" she preened. "And you have that Jewish star thing. Hot."
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