Puck has a scarf! A warm, fluffy scarf, made with love.
(Or so he assumes. You never can tell, with Havelock.)
Contrary to the impression that may be given by the icon, the scarf is varying shades of green, not varying shades of gray, and when Puck wears it he really does not look any more manic than usual.
In fact, right now he looks downright
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Not even while drinking milk. Not even with a curly straw, and Will knows better. When he sits down at the bar nearby, lowering his satchel to the floor beside his stool, he orders tea.
No curly straw arrives with it. Dark eyes do, however, glance at Puck's, and something like a smile gets hidden behind a raised teacup.
[ooc: Merc I am slow and ninja-like tonight, and my AIM is on the fritz but! Come hell and damnation there will be Will-Puck like we decided.
...Er, there probably will be hell and damnation.]
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Also an exceptionally loud slurp through the curly straw.
[OOC: *giggle* You are my favorite person ever. Yes, darnit!]
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He hand't ever had a twisty straw as a child. Being Will, however, he'd never really wanted one to begin with.
As if to top it all off, he pauses, and reaches down to his satchel before taking out a large heavily-bound book and laying it open before him on the bartop to read.
Books and tea. And not even a curly straw. Will is deprived or depraved, clearly.
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The glass of milk is set down with a solid clack.
"Will."
Those who do not know Puck will not be able to identify this as the Purr of Fearing Deeply for the State of Will's Well-Being.
"How perfectly wonderful to see you."
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Those who do not know Will won't recognize this look as the Glance of Ever-So-Subtly Laughing a Whole Lot Inside.
As a matter of fact...it's likely that those who do know Will won't recognize it.
"Are you enjoying your drink?"
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Suspiciously.
But he returns the Glance with one as guileless as he can muster.
"Oh, yes. I always do." A smile. "Milk, you know."
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It isn't that he doesn't like milk. He does. Just...whatever Puck is enjoying so thoroughly as that tends to be a little suspect.
It's perfectly cordial, their conversation thus far (if it could be called one at all). And since Will had last spoken with Lyra, the sight of Puck is a very welcome one indeed.
A rare smile flits across his face, therefore, and lights the solemn dark eyes. "It's good to see you."
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Besides, Puck enjoys Will thoroughly. Er. Ahem.
Puck returns the smile, very slightly. It might be all the realer for it.
"And to see you."
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"Is this the hobby you picked?"
If he were anyone else, Will might blush as he speaks, since the...hobby he and Puck had last discussed had in fact turned out to be nothing like a hobby at all.
Well. Not for most people, anyway.
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His gaze flickers down to Kirjava, and he smiles at her too. Then he blinks in the direction of the milk.
"Finding delicious beverages, you mean? Or being delighted to see you?"
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Will only looks amused. "Both. But I had meant the milk. And the straw."
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A slight smile. "Have you not heard the tales? My kind is quite enamored of cream. They used to leave it out for us in bowls."
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The image of someone leaving a bowl of cream on a doorstop for Puck is at once alarming and amusing; Will watches as Kirjava sits down to wrap her tail around her paws.
"That doesn't seem right," she says, scornfully. "We've never seen you drink out of a bowl. Not like a dog or a cat would."
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To be fair, he didn't say he should disbelieve everything he heard. Just ... mostly everything.
He makes a face in Kirjava's direction.
"I did, though," he says. "And while I was at it, I'd paint my face and wear garments all of leaves and grasses." He waves a hand at his glass, his button-down shirt-- even the bar in general. "All of this is merely the trappings of your own kind. And I do like to blend, you know."
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"But you kind of stick out anyway."
(Kirjava, if she could, would make a face back. Instead she pretends not to see his and busies herself with staring over Puck's shoulder until she's quite sure he's finished. It makes Will smile again.)
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"So they tell me."
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