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Quinn stood just inside the vestibule of the hotel, waiting for Puck and the promised walk home. She felt a little silly about it, but at the same time, creepy women were making plants vanish. Boyfriend duty was a completely reasonable thing to expect.

She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering even though it wasn't really that cold. He should be here soon.

[OOC: For one, then some others.]

Date: 2011-12-08 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck actually approached at a brisk jog, because really, you get a phone call like that and you move. Even if he was pretty sure Quinn was freaking herself out more than anything, he wasn't going to risk it right now, with the island aas it was. "You okay?" he asked, as soon as he was close enough.

Date: 2011-12-08 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn nodded. "Uh-huh. They didn't hurt me. They just asked rude questions and didn't know what cankles were and wouldn't go away."

She bit her lip. "Sounds like a silly reason to freak out, I know."

Date: 2011-12-08 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Nah, everyone knows what cankles are," he replied, reaching out to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "And everyone's on edge right now, anyway. I'd be freaked out by anything out of the ordinary."

Date: 2011-12-08 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"And they were really snotty about breathing and stuff, too," Quinn added. "It was freaky."

She leaned against him. "Let's just get home fast."

Date: 2011-12-08 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"How can people be snotty about breathing?" he wondered as they started to walk.

Date: 2011-12-08 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Coming from the opposite direction were three... well, "people," who would be snotty about breathing, if asked. It was such an annoyingly important function, not that they what "annoyed" was.

When they saw the two, they stopped, looking curiously at them. "What is the reason for his arm being there?" asked Mr. Cerulean.

"Perhaps she needs support," said Ms. Periwinkle, disdainfully. Humans would need that.

Mr. Blue just cut to the chase, asking, "Does she require support for some reason?"

Date: 2011-12-08 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn, who had been about to explain exactly how one could be snotty about breath, looked annoyed.

"I'm fine," she said, straightening. "Puck, tell them we're fine."

Date: 2011-12-08 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...what?" Puck was so not used to people asking that kind of thing, but now he sort of understood why Quinn would be so freaked out, because yeah. These were people who didn't know what a cankle was. "Dude, I'm just hanging with my girl is all. Y'know, keeping her close. Duh. We're fine."

There. He said they were fine with commentary.

Date: 2011-12-08 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The trio paused. The female looked up, then back down at Quinn and Puck. This would be much easier without such inferior eyes.

"You do not appear to be hanging," said Ms. Periwinkle.

Date: 2011-12-08 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"We're not, it's like, slang," Puck said, getting really annoyed. "Did you need something, or can we just like, walk back to the dorms and get away from you?"

Date: 2011-12-08 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"We need nothing," Mr. Cerulean sniffed. This... body would always seem to disagree, as it was always making some sort of demand on him, but he was above that.

"Your use of the word 'like' is incorrect," said Mr. Blue. "It is nonsensical."

Date: 2011-12-08 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Thank you for the grammar lesson," Quinn said, and turned to Puck. "I think you should hit him."

Date: 2011-12-08 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck really, really did not need to be told twice. He pulled his arm off of Quinn's shoulders and immediately lunged forward to throw a right hook at the man's face.

Bad move, dude.

Date: 2011-12-08 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The Auditors had no instinct to avoid something like a right hook thrown at one's face. Therefore there was no ducking, no dodging, no moving out of the way at all.

However, since that right hook did hit Mr. Blue's face, there wasn't any Puck at all, either.

Date: 2011-12-08 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Quinn would have screamed, but she couldn't find the breath. Puck was just gone, like a magic trick.

There weren't words, just things howling inside of her.

She turned and took off running, as fast as she could. Crying was for later.


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