Puck jumps, grabbing for the bottle. Upon giving the matter a moment's thought-- but no more than that-- he pops into view a few feet from Havelock, draining said bottle of its contents.
He thinks it has a rosy future as a bludgeoning tool.
Also: now he feels tingly.
"What is strange," he murmurs dryly-- though not so dryly as he might like. "That I think?"
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Date: 2011-06-25 04:33 pm (UTC)He thinks it has a rosy future as a bludgeoning tool.
Also: now he feels tingly.
"What is strange," he murmurs dryly-- though not so dryly as he might like. "That I think?"