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[oneman_onevote]

Room 37 looks deceptively the same as it always has.

(This does not mean that it's safe to assume the wardrobe portal leads anywhere predictable.

Also, there is a new and strangely impossible-to-remove painting adorning one wall. It doesn't just look like the eyes follow people in the room - they do.)

Still, after eyeing the painting for some time, Havelock has grown bored; as he mainly assumes that if it was dangerous it would have done something already.

So saying, he has availed himself of a shower (Ankh-Morpork is his home, but it is lacking in some areas) and settled down with a book, impervious to any sort of sinister atmosphere.

If the portrait had the ability, it would be pouting.

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[oneman_onevote]

Wow, this could get repetitive.


Still.

Havelock smiles back at him, small and solicitous.

"So, how much sound are you permitted? Only speech forbidden? Any vocalisation?"

[puckishly]

Puck shrugs, making an enh! sort of sound without parting his lips.

[oneman_onevote]

"I suppose that's rather easier than nothing at all," he says thoughtfully.

He's never really thought about the limitations of never being able to speak.

...He's done it, several times, but only out of natural inclination.

[puckishly]

Puck makes a face.

It would be ridiculous to demand he make no sound.

He's a rather good imitator, but he can never manage to reproduce perfect silence.

[oneman_onevote]

Believe me, Havelock knows.


Um.


He raises a wholly innocent eyebrow back.

"Couldn't do it?"

[puckishly]

Puck shoves him.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock laughs softly and doesn't resist the shoving, which means he slumps back a little against the pillows, still cross-legged and mostly upright.

All in all, it hasn't achieved that much.

[puckishly]

Puck gives him his very best sad pouting face.

Have some pity, Havelock!

He can't even speak.

[oneman_onevote]

Sorry, Puck.

Havelock is a cruel heartless cad of a man.

But surely you knew that?


In tones of deeply unconvincing sincerity;

"I know, I wrong you deeply, of course you could. Anything you set your mind to."

[puckishly]

Grrrrowl.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock just grins at him for a moment.

It's probably not right to find mocking your poor, speechless boyfriend quite this entertaining.

(Then again, neither is killing people for a living.)

[puckishly]

Puck sulks.

He already knows he can't withhold sex, because that would be punishing himself. And he knows Havelock knows this.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock looks mostly unrepentant.

"You can retaliate in a week," he reminds him.

There's something to look forward to!

[puckishly]

Or he can retaliate right this second.

Puck regards Havelock murderously for a moment, before a canny expression crosses his face.

And he lunges forward to tickle him.

[oneman_onevote]

"...Oh, or that-"

Havelock has frequently had cause to curse being born ticklish, but at least he's fully dressed at the moment - and accordingly wearing several layers of clothing, because Ankh-Morpork fashions tend heavily towards the buttoned-up.

He grits his teeth against laughing and gamely makes a grab at Puck's wrists to try and stop him.

[puckishly]

Puck continues undaunted!

Except that he would like to distract Havelock from trying to stop him, so he twists and cranes to try and bite Havelock's neck.



Lovingly?

[oneman_onevote]

!

Havelock makes a mildly outraged noise, and shoves forward to flip Puck down onto his back while he continues the struggle to get hold of his hands.

"Vicious- creature..."

[puckishly]

Puck, as he lands on his back with a whumph, cannot tell whether that remark is inexcusably mean-spirited or kind of a turn-on.

He squirms his fingers towards Havelock's stomach while he decides.

[oneman_onevote]

Well, Havelock is still laughing, so it's probably meant as affectionate.

(Besides: he likes Puck's vicious streak.)

Meanwhile, Puck gets in a jab that unfortunately makes Havelock half-collapse.

He knew he should never have let Puck learn all his weak spots.

[puckishly]

MWAHA.

As it happens, Havelock's half-collapsing brings him advantageously closer. Puck slings one arm around his waist to hold him nearer, pausing just a moment to secure his grip--



And starts tickling his side with renewed fervor.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock twists helplessly and rolls to try and fling him off, but overdoes it a little.

He just has time to grab at Puck's arm as he goes off the edge, still shaking with laughter.

[puckishly]

Puck, though his mouth remains valiantly closed, makes a sound like an extremely loud, extremely startled parrot as he falls off the bed and onto Havelock's chest.

He grabs at their top blanket as he goes, but only succeeds in mussing up the covers.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock finally stops laughing, but only because Puck's weight, fortunately slight, knocked the breath out of him rather.

Once he manages to draw it back in again, he peers upwards.

"Quite all right?"

[puckishly]

Puck peers down at him.



Then he smiles, and bends in for a kiss.

(And perhaps predictably, reaches tickly fingers for Havelock's other side.)

[oneman_onevote]

Terribly predictable.




Predictable enough that this time, Havelock grabs them. The kissing, however, is fine.

Assuming Puck still wants to, once thwarted.