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006 - Video/Action
Aug. 19th, 2011 08:34 am[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.]
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.]
