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Puck is sprawled full-length on a couch downstairs, and he is exhausted.
Well all right, that isn't quite so. The fae are slow to tire, and Puck especially. It's also true that Ankh-Morpork's truly suicidal traffic patterns, and his occupation as a footman-and-or-spy, both do wonders to keep him entertained.
But the coup is so slow, and what he overhears typically of such little consequence, that at times he scarcely knows what to do with himself. Had it been up to him, this whole thing would've been over in a month.
Then again, that's probably why he hasn't personally deposed anybody in awhile.
Well all right, that isn't quite so. The fae are slow to tire, and Puck especially. It's also true that Ankh-Morpork's truly suicidal traffic patterns, and his occupation as a footman-and-or-spy, both do wonders to keep him entertained.
But the coup is so slow, and what he overhears typically of such little consequence, that at times he scarcely knows what to do with himself. Had it been up to him, this whole thing would've been over in a month.
Then again, that's probably why he hasn't personally deposed anybody in awhile.