Near the Causeway, Friday Morning

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Quinn had slept and Quinn had taken a bath and Quinn was feeling just fabulous, thank you very much, with all this power surging through her. She'd been wrong all her life; she needed to be strong more than she needed to be pretty

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Puck wasn't really caring that his carefully-honed musculature had, at some point, begun to transform into bony cartilage, poking up through his shirt at the shoulders. He didn't care about his teeth, and how they were more accurately fangs at this point. And the fact thart his beautiful, beautiful face had begun to stretch, his cheekbones pressing out to create slight hollows, had escaped his notice.

No, his focus now was how powerful he felt. The sensation of throwing a slushy in a kid's face was a distant memory at this point, but he knew that was nothing in comparison.

"Where are we going?" he asked, his own speech hampered by his teeth.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn noticed Puck's new cheekbones. She just thought they looked good, like her own expanding temples.

"Away." That was always going to be Quinn's first answer. "California. Cross-country drive, and when we get there we'll go to a movie star plastic surgeon and he'll fix us."

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"And if he doesn't, I'll break his neck," Puck said, as though agreeing upon the weather.

[chief_cheerio]

"I feel like I might break a couple necks along the way anyhow," Quinn said, equally calm. "If people stare at us."