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Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]
Despite the fact that Puck was still nursing his wounds from the other night, he decided to actually make an appearance in a common room tonight. He brought his guitar out with him to tune, idly plucking out chords as he ignored whatever was quietly on the TV.
He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.
[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]
He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.
[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]

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Because you lied about getting with the girl he liked, Puck.
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"Hi," she said. "I ain't seen you in a while."
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"Well, I suppose I've been pretty good, actually. Other than the random kids the other weekend. That wasn't so fun."
She really didn't have any maternal instincts left.
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And she instantly was captivated by the cute boy with the guitar upon her entrance to the common room.
"Oooooh, what do you know how to play?
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The two of them settled on the floor, leaning up against the couch. Firekeeper opened her mouth to offer a greeting, but then hesitated. A greeting was polite, but... so was not interrupting music, she knew. It was a dilemma.
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He ended up going with his third instinct to prove to Jean that, yes, he did get out occasionally, even though he had studying to do for a final tomorrow.
"I didn't know you played," Bruce said. Not that he had any reason to know. He was still going to make not of this anyway. Turning to the rest of the room, he said, "Good evening."
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No, he couldn't turn off the flirting.
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