Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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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.]

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"I had Ethics today and Magic tomorrow," Bruce said. "You really have those classes? It seems like a strange combination."

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"Eh. They're fun. I like hearing about guns and learning to deal with obnoxious people."

Guess what, Puck? You're one of those types of people.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I was wrong. That's a terrifying combination," Bruce said.