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[weallscream]

Paul sits at a table like he owns it (and rest assured that somewhere on it there is graffiti proclaiming in childish scrawl that he does). He picks his teeth with something else's teeth

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[puckishly]

There is something very like the whispering of wind, or the silvery rippling of chimes. Maybe even like the first drops of rain.

At any rate, there it is, and a voice purrs from over Paul's shoulder, "I should fear the walking dead before a lion, duck. They've no sense of proper place."

[weallscream]

Paul considers the first sign then. Tips his head to the side. Tips the sign to the other side. Tips it entirely upside down. Considers matters. Leaves his head right side up.

"That's you, Goose," he says, eventually. And then he turns his head around to face Puck, without turning the rest of his body in way that should break his neck. "It's a Short Time warning."

[puckishly]

It's only a pity that Puck's never seen The Exorcist.

Even so, he appears very slightly amused by the trick.

"Is it?"

[weallscream]

Paul nods. His neck bones crunch sickeningly and he either doesn't care or enjoys it.

"Do I lie?"

Well, he does.