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[Hello, everyone. Puck is just lounging around the hallway outside his room, appearing very much normal, with the exception of two things: one, he's wearing a shirt with a raven on it, and two, he has rather nerdy looking glasses on.

Aside from that, nothing's different.]

'Sup. Anyone want to make out?

[Yep. Puck's looking for someone (preferably a girl, because he doesn't roll that way) to get it on with, because that is totally what he's all about.]

Come at me, already.

[Oh, hey, check out Puck and the sign he's got stuck above his door where he's standing slash slouching.]

All right, here's the deal.

One buck for one kiss. Or whatever you've got on you that's worth something. I don't want your junk.

But I really don't give a damn about the money. Who needs it here anyway? I'm fucking bored, and since a couple of you have a problem with graffiti, I'm doing this instead.

Don't like it? Just keep walking.

[He also happens to be flexing his guns in the direction of the communicator.

He's not doing this whole kissing thing because a certain someone who he likes making out with has seemingly left the building, not at all.]

[It's still pretty early in the morning, so Puck's still passed out on his bed. It's been an interesting week, what with what's happened to Santana and the resulting makeout session he had with her.

He doesn't want to talk about it, but a part of him hopes that wasn't just a flash in the pan, because he wouldn't mind getting it on with her again sometime.

But in the meantime, he's asleep, probably dreaming about scoring a touchdown or going all the way with some attractive girl. He rolls over to one side, which turns the communicator device on and sets it to video.

The feel of the device's hard edge digging into his side causes him to frown, and gradually begin to wake up. Finally alert enough to open his eyes, Puck glares down at the communicator. Except...

He can't see it. He waves a hand in front of his eyes, hoping this is just some freak thing to do with having just woken up. But no, there's nothing except vague shadows.

Puck fumbles around trying to pick up the communicator, and his fingers brush against it. Suddenly, it's like the darkness has vanished, and it's like he can see the device because he touched it.

But he still can't see. Not with his eyes, anyway, and he still hasn't quite figured out that he needs to be touching things to actually see them.]

What the hell?

[Puck tries really hard to keep his voice level but there's still an unmistakable note that says he's just a little freaked out.]

[Puck's ~~sulking~~ chilling in the dining room. It's way too fancy for his tastes, but he really doesn't care what kind of room he's in right now.

Here's what's going on: he tried to find Rachel to get a little making out going on after his conversation slash argument with Santana. But he couldn't find her, or any girl at all, so he tried to play it cool, and slunk back to the first room he could find that wasn't his room.

Feel free to bug him. He might get testy, but depending on who you are, he might also try selling you on the high points of joining Coach Beiste's football team.]

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I've been here before and I'm locking the door.

And I'm not going back again.

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