Setting his own plate down, Puck took the seat next to her and dug in. A bit salty, but edible. He had, of course, been joking about working in the kitchens at work, but forever encouraging, Rachel had jumped on it and was already turning him into a chef.
“Oh no, that’s a health hazard waiting to happen,” he said around his mouthful of food. He was much better off working as a grease monkey somewhere, but everyone wanted formal training and further education nowadays. A highschool diploma was pretty much worthless on its own.
Slathering some jam on his toast, Puck glanced over at Rachel when she brought the subject back around to their earlier argument. See if it was him he would have just let it slide, but she just couldn’t do that. She actually had to bring it all back up again just to apologise. Pesky conscience.
“I’m used to it. Been called a lot worse,” he brushed it off, taking a sip of his coffee. He wasn’t completely without a conscience himself, though, despite what some people believed, and as hard as it was to do so, he knew he had to offer something in return. “I shouldn’t have... you know. Pushed things.”
It was as close to ‘sorry’ as he was like to get. If only he’d been able to stop himself there. Unfortunately even with food in front of him he couldn’t stop talking. “But it’s just such a sin. A smokin’ hot body like yours? Man, you’re just not built for boring.”
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Date: 2012-03-08 10:49 pm (UTC)“Oh no, that’s a health hazard waiting to happen,” he said around his mouthful of food. He was much better off working as a grease monkey somewhere, but everyone wanted formal training and further education nowadays. A highschool diploma was pretty much worthless on its own.
Slathering some jam on his toast, Puck glanced over at Rachel when she brought the subject back around to their earlier argument. See if it was him he would have just let it slide, but she just couldn’t do that. She actually had to bring it all back up again just to apologise. Pesky conscience.
“I’m used to it. Been called a lot worse,” he brushed it off, taking a sip of his coffee. He wasn’t completely without a conscience himself, though, despite what some people believed, and as hard as it was to do so, he knew he had to offer something in return. “I shouldn’t have... you know. Pushed things.”
It was as close to ‘sorry’ as he was like to get. If only he’d been able to stop himself there. Unfortunately even with food in front of him he couldn’t stop talking. “But it’s just such a sin. A smokin’ hot body like yours? Man, you’re just not built for boring.”