Fifth Floor Common Room [midafternoon]

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Puck had initially been happy to have his workshops only at the end of the week, but by Wednesday, he was bored. He'd worked out. He'd touched up his mohawk. He'd even tried calling everyone he knew back in Lima (some of them more than once, but Santana said Cheerios practice was too busy for her to have phone sex with him.)

So, he was lounged in front of the television, watching a documentary. If it hadn't been about video games, he would have already fallen asleep. As it was, he was only being kept awake by the sheer power of that guy's douchiness.

[omg I just saw that movie and it is insane. open like a CR!]

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"How am I going to write you poetry if I don't know what to rhyme with?" he asked. "Nothing really rhymes with Lizzie. Tizzy. Is that a word? Dizzy, maybe."

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"Aw. Preparing the sonnets already?" There was probably even less that rhymed with Effy, so he might do better sticking with Lizzy on that count.

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"I was thinking more like those dirty poems about girls from Nantucket," Puck noted.

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Yeah, that was probably more appropriate to Effy, too. She exhaled a little breath of amusement and shook her head. "Never knew you were a poet, Noah."

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"Only for those who appreciate it, Elizabeth," he said, smiling at her.

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"So what's the verdict on me?" she wondered, making her way over to stand by the couch he was lounging on. "Do I appreciate it?"