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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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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.

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.

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?"

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.)

Terribly predictable.

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

Assuming Puck still wants to, once thwarted.

… He's okay with it.

You know, grudgingly.

It's all right, Puck's point has been well made and Havelock has noted his objections.

...You know, sort of.

Puck pulls back after a moment, the better to pout prettily at Havelock as he tugs at his trapped wrist in a sad way. What surprises him is how strong the urge to speak is.

He bites his lip just to make sure he won't compromise himself.

Havelock raises an eyebrow, but releases Puck's wrist again after a moment.

(The moment the lip-biting starts, as it happens.)

"You should carry some paper with you," he observes.

Puck considers, making sort of a scrunchy face.

(His fingertips stroke idly along Havelock's collarbone.)

Isn't that way too easy?

"For emergencies," Havelock concedes.

"Though if Coyote didn't specifically state that writing messages was out, I think she deserves for the loophole to stand."

Politician.

Abruptly, Puck beams.

That's a good point! He should totally carry around paper and something to write with just to show Coyote how bad she is at constructing deals.

It's a point of fae pride, really.

Given Milliways, it's surprising that hasn't got her into trouble before! Although being a capital-T Trickster probably gets her out nicely as well.

Havelock half-smiles up at him.

Then,

"Will you allow me up again any time soon, or should I get comfortable?"

Puck tilts his head to one side and regards him.

Then he presses a kiss to his cheek and rolls off, sliding onto his back on the floor.

Havelock raises his eyebrows and turns his head to the side, watching Puck lie down beside him.

He stays quiet for a moment.

For a time, Puck blinks amiably at the ceiling.

Eventually he turns to Havelock: He smiles pleasantly, but also in slightly perplexed curiosity.

What's up, Havelock?

Can't you tell he's just looking up at the ceiling right now?

...That's fine.

Puck can stare at the cracks in the ceiling.

Havelock will just stare at Puck.

It's like bonding for them!

It's the strangest thing. Have those patterns in the plaster always been there?

Given the recent apocalyptic activity about the place, it's possible they haven't.

Puck may be getting a little transfixed.

After a moment, Havelock also glances up at the cracks.

Yes, they're a little pervasive, but not particularly fascinating-

Oh.

Not for him they aren't.

Carefully he reaches out to touch Puck's cheek.

They're like eggshells …

Puck blinks at the touch, eyes sliding to Havelock.

"--Mm?"

"Shh," Havelock reminds him.

"Just checking you were still here."

Instead of off cavorting with eggshells.

Or... whatever goes on in his mind when that happens.

Puck smiles.

(His lashes may dip fractionally when Havelock shushes him. He makes no apologies.)

He turns his head to nip lightly at Havelock's fingertips.

Well, that's an improvement on the last round of biting, at least.

Havelock traces Puck's lower lip thoughtfully, and makes no attempt to remove his fingers from reach.

Puck makes a soft, pleased sound low in his throat.

He can work up some more aggressive biting for you in a little bit, Havelock.

Won't that be fun?

Havelock gives in and rolls over onto his side in order to lean down and kiss Puck properly.

Clealy he needs a distraction from the thrall of... the ceiling.

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