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[puckishly]

Puck has now decided that, amnesia or not, he is never talking to strangers again. The burns on his hands are quite enough to ensure that.

He never did go inside again since that night, and though by now he is quite hungry for something that is not some variety of flora, it's not as if he can actually hold onto anything long enough to eat it. (The

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[oneman_onevote]

There's someone behind him, in the mood for company or not.

Perhaps Havelock should really have learned his lesson about hanging around outside in the evening, but apparently he has decided not to take prior experience into account. Besides, caution and curiosity are a very even balance.

"Bad day?"

[puckishly]

Puck whirls around-- how did he manage to sneak up on him like that?

"Good even," he grumbles once he's recovered himself, shooting Havelock a wary look. He may be pretty, and he may have the support of at least three others in saying that his name is Puck, but that does not make him trustworthy in the least.

[oneman_onevote]

No, indeed. Trustworthy is one of the last adjectives that should be applied to Havelock, particularly as said sneaking up on people is pretty much his raison d'etre.

"I shall take that as confirmation," he says with a slight, dry smile. "How many days now? Four? Five?"

[puckishly]

"I've no idea," Puck drawls. "Five seems more or less correct."

The smile, however dry, is returned with another wary look.

[awesome_lilly]

With Puck being temporarily out of the family way, and interviews not having taken place yet, Lilly's resorted to bribing and begging people to watch their children. Having successfully offloaded them, she's outside now, heading for the lake when she spots Puck.

"Hey, Puck. Oh- have you remembered who you are yet? Because if so, we seriously need to talk about babysitters."

[puckishly]

Puck shoots her a glower.

"I am dreadfully sorry," he says, "to cause you any inconvenience."

[awesome_lilly]

"Whoa, hey."

Lilly looks affronted.

"I didn't say you were an inconvenience. The kids, hell yeah. You're pretty self-sufficient, if kinda cranky at the moment."

[puckishly]

Puck huffs.

"I am well within my rights to be, I shall have you know."

[soapcarvedhands]

Harding is worried of making a nuisance of himself. He has so often done it in the past.

("Clingy," they'd said, and he'd been left devastated.)

But he has ventured outside for the first time, and he sees Puck and--he runs.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

[puckishly]

Puck is startled to see someone approaching so quickly. He doesn't jump, or get to his feet, but all the same there is a tension to him now, a wariness.

Carefully, "Ought I not to be?"

[soapcarvedhands]

"I don't know," Harding says, truthfully. "You don't--well, you don't look it."

I was worried, he means.

[puckishly]

Puck looks up at him suspiciously; he can't help but be aware of how vulnerable his current position is.

"I ... suppose not," he says, very gingerly folding his arms over his chest to hide his hands. The action makes him wince.