oom: post-atlantean adventures

[puckishly]

Puck, who has woken rather early having frankly not slept all that much, prepares to greet the inevitable day.

Is this enough water?

He'd thought it was.

He does hope Havelock isn't cross.




... But if he is, it will likely be at least a little bit hilarious.

"And I wish to hear not a word from you," he notes to the portrait.

The painting sits balefully on the wall, keeping a sulky silence.

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[puckishly]

Puck zips to the assist!

And may also be caressing a little bit. Just his hip.

It's totally reasonable.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock opens his eyes again, and shoots him a rueful sideways look.

"All right," he says. "I'm going to go and stand under the hot water until I either wake up or drown."

Odds are about even.

"Coming?"

[puckishly]

Robin Goodfellow gives this question the lengthy and deliberative consideration that such a weighty matter requi--

"Absolutely."




Or not.

[oneman_onevote]

"Excellent."


Maybe he'll survive the experience, in that case!

...Either way, he'll probably feel marginally better in short order.