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Fifth Floor Hallway [lateish evening!]
Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.
But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.
Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.
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But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.
Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.
[for one, and then for spectators. :D]
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He came out of the bathroom, hair freshly washed, lost in thought. He was thinking partly about mid-twentieth-century cryptography but mostly about food and not at all about his surroundings.
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This was, without his knowing, really, exactly what Puck had wanted to come across tonight. So, still casually leaning against the wall, he carefully began to remove the lid from his Squishy.
No reason.
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Goddamn, that never got less satisfying. It would've been better if he'd had glasses or a sweater with a kitty on it or something, though. But still. Puck was pretty happy with that. As demonstrated by the laughing.
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Ignore that he was still trying to stifle giggles.
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Except it looked like she found something a little more interesting then ice cream. Fortunately it was easy enough to read body language.
"Was that really necessary?"
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He thought this was an excellent point.
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"Oh great. Nice to see maturity levels have changed in 29 years," she said, rolling her eyes.
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"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" she chanted as she pumped her fist in the air.
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"Hey," Tim sighed.
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