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[puckishly]

Puck has a scarf! A warm, fluffy scarf, made with love.

(Or so he assumes. You never can tell, with Havelock.)

Contrary to the impression that may be given by the icon, the scarf is varying shades of green, not varying shades of gray, and when Puck wears it he really does not look any more manic than usual.

In fact, right now he looks downright

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[winterladym]

Another fae has made the bar her residence. She had felt she was the only one, with how naive all these humans are.

And then she finds her gaze falling on Puck, and a smile crosses her already gay features. Another fae. Simply mahr-val-ous.

"Good evening."

[puckishly]

Oh, well well well. Who could this be?

There's familiarity here, but not, precisely, recognition. Puck's eyes narrow as he looks at her.

In a perfectly pleasant tone of voice, "And to you, lady."

[winterladym]

He reminds her of....

It doesn't matter who, not really. He's just another of the court. But which side? Winter or summer, it matters.

"A brilliant day."

[puckishly]

"Was it?"

A tilt of his head.

He'd say that he was both, and more besides: autumn and springtime and the changing of the stars, so long as the side was the King's ...

But that story's old by now.

"I'm afraid I hadn't thought to take notice."

[dragonofgrey]

Draco has a shiny. Well, two. The more obvious one is the Malfoy family crest ring he was wearing on his hand. The less obvious shiny was in a pouch on his belt. He was sitting nearby, casually glancing over rolls of parchment, and books again. Still somewhat down and brooding over recent events, and upcoming ones. Though he was happy about one, or at least hopeful that the number of people who want to kill him was soon be down by one.

[puckishly]

Puck does not want to kill him!

Er.

Well, you know. Not right this second.

:D?

A casual sweep of the room brings him to Draco, the sight of whom seems to cheer him immensely.

"Well," he purrs. "How very long it has been."

[dragonofgrey]

Not yet? It's so hard to keep track sometimes the way Draco makes enemies so easily.

He simply nodded, though there was maybe hints of relief at the sight of Puck? Mostly for the chance to settle one of his debts.

"A long while, yes." He eyed the scarf. Always liked green.

He briefly gestured to the knit garment, "Good color there."

[puckishly]

"You've my thanks," Puck says, beaming (and possibly preening a little). "'Twas a Hogswatch present."

[subtle_will]

Puck...never looks innocuous.

Not even while drinking milk. Not even with a curly straw, and Will knows better. When he sits down at the bar nearby, lowering his satchel to the floor beside his stool, he orders tea.

No curly straw arrives with it. Dark eyes do, however, glance at Puck's, and something like a smile gets hidden behind a raised teacup.

[ooc: Merc I am slow and ninja-like tonight, and my AIM is on the fritz but! Come hell and damnation there will be Will-Puck like we decided.

...Er, there probably will be hell and damnation.]

[puckishly]

If the look that Puck gets is something like a smile, the look the tea gets is something like genteel horror.

Also an exceptionally loud slurp through the curly straw.

[OOC: *giggle* You are my favorite person ever. Yes, darnit!]

[subtle_will]

Will is unfazed. His tea is perfectly nice, and isn't being twisted into unnatural shapes to get to his mouth.

He hand't ever had a twisty straw as a child. Being Will, however, he'd never really wanted one to begin with.

As if to top it all off, he pauses, and reaches down to his satchel before taking out a large heavily-bound book and laying it open before him on the bartop to read.

Books and tea. And not even a curly straw. Will is deprived or depraved, clearly.

[puckishly]

Is he trying to give Puck a heart attack?

The glass of milk is set down with a solid clack.

"Will."

Those who do not know Puck will not be able to identify this as the Purr of Fearing Deeply for the State of Will's Well-Being.

"How perfectly wonderful to see you."