Outside the Arms Hotel, Wednesday Evening

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn stood just inside the vestibule of the hotel, waiting for Puck and the promised walk home. She felt a little silly about it, but at the same time, creepy women were making plants vanish. Boyfriend duty was a completely reasonable thing to expect

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[sexonyoursheets]

Puck actually approached at a brisk jog, because really, you get a phone call like that and you move. Even if he was pretty sure Quinn was freaking herself out more than anything, he wasn't going to risk it right now, with the island aas it was. "You okay?" he asked, as soon as he was close enough.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn nodded. "Uh-huh. They didn't hurt me. They just asked rude questions and didn't know what cankles were and wouldn't go away."

She bit her lip. "Sounds like a silly reason to freak out, I know."

[sexonyoursheets]

"Nah, everyone knows what cankles are," he replied, reaching out to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "And everyone's on edge right now, anyway. I'd be freaked out by anything out of the ordinary."

[chief_cheerio]

"And they were really snotty about breathing and stuff, too," Quinn added. "It was freaky."

She leaned against him. "Let's just get home fast."