#puck titanium

Puck woke with a groan, putting a hand to his head. It wasn’t the worst hangover he’d ever had, but it was enough to be disorienting. Pairing that with the unexpected feel of Sunil’s bed, with no sign of Sunil around, and not knowing where his shades or goggles were in relation to him. Good news, he knew he was home and could tell it was Sunil’s bed by scent and feel, so that was somewhat comforting. He could recall what happened at the hotel though things got fuzzy after he met back up with Sunil. Obviously they’d gotten home safely, and he vaguely remembered talking a lot....

This just popped in my head....

Sunil (left) from @apricusnights and Puck (right) from my blog @rwby-prsm

Puck wandered a bit in a daze, drinking whatever he could impulsively. It took a bit for his mind to finally force him to move on and find Sunil, though it was a little late; damage had been done. He headed toward the Grand Tacos ‘n’ More, hoping either Sunil was still inside, or would meet him halfway. He had to pause a moment, leaning against the wall for support. While there, he pulled up the aShine to send Sunil a text.

“And while they’re out there having fun, I’ll try to get my hands on a chimera.... I wonder if I could ask anyone for help.... Sunil would probably decline. I could try Ivory? But she might be at the Festival, too.”

“The hotel’s finally opening. That’s... cool. I hope Koko’s happy.”

“It would probably be rude to show up uninvited.... But I haven’t seen her in months. What did Hades say? ‘The longer it goes on, it might even be hard for people you used to know to recognize you.’ ... Maybe it’s too late, but maybe it’s not. I really want to know.”