"Because if I worked at your firm, I would wilt. Like an evergreen in a desert." He deadpanned. "Besides, it's really just down to a few select phrases. I could never hold a proper conversation. And I don't have the shiny piece of paper that says I'm special."  Referring to degrees, certificates, doctorates, etc.; you know, those fancy things people hang up on the walls of their office to confirm that they are, in fact, deemed suitable to do whatever it is they're doing. Of course, he does have a degree in performing arts, and a 2 year degree in philosophy; and still has his high school diploma. It was one of his self-admitted hypocrisies.<br/><br/>As per usual, Puck doesn't have very many clothes. He's basically got enough laundry that it gets him through a week. Most of his clothes are mended, a skill he picked up from his mother. Hell, one of the pairs of denim jeans he has used to be vivid blue--back in highschool--but is now all but faded into whiteness, with a few patches of newer fabric here and there. He really got his miles worth out of his clothes; jeans would eventually be turned to shorts, then harvested for 'spare material'. Long sleeved shirts eventually became short sleeved, then got turned into something else; and so it went on, even with the towels. What was once a beach towel was now four raggedy hand-towel sized scraps of cloth. Still usable, but they'll likely be nothing more than string come the end of the year.<br/><br/>It wasn't that he was a penny pincher or the like; he just saw having too many clothes, or too many good clothes, as an unnecessary luxury. It's funny how he can be almost ascetic like in one aspect of life, and then a total hedonist in some other aspect. Maybe that's how he balanced things out. "You're stressed. You've been tense the entire time we're here. Maybe you don't see it, can't see it. I think all of us are not in our normal headspace. Could be that she has a bit of me in her, too." As Marty would know, any sort of extravagant gifts or the like were either flatly refused by Puck, or accepted but made him feel unsettled. He's the kind of person where buying him new socks for Christmas is actually a<em>legitimately good idea.</em><br/><br/>"From my view? She does. She just expresses her like in a different way. And like I said, I imagine this situation is pretty startling to her. You see the mask, but you don't see the face underneath." Though this could be taken literally given that Puck is wearing a mask right now, it was also a metaphor for how people can hide just how frazzled in a situation they might be. Puck, himself, was an excellent master of this sort of subtle deception. He only let people see what he wanted them to see; and rarely, when they were close, they got to peer beyond his many masks, and see who he truly was.<br/><br/>"Mmm, numbers. Well, there is the backup. Always have a Plan B, yeah?" He gave a shrug of his shoulders as he finally finished installing the masks on their hooks, and having them organized and spaced out evenly. It's ridiculously meticulous, to the point of obsessive, and the fact he got precise measurements with only his thumb as a tool of measurement is a reminder of his keen mental acuity; why he rarely talked to his real parents these days. They were always pushing him to do something with his 'real talents', but Puck just wanted to be left alone to do his own thing.<br/><br/>"So, me and Scar had an idea, and she's gonna bring it up with Sarah, and I'm gonna bring it up to you." At this point, the mask he had been wearing is off, and he's looking to establish eye to eye contact with his best bro. "Tomorrow, noon-ish. Or at least some time soon. We were thinking about breaking in the hot tub in the backyard; and since we have the walls for privacy, me and Scar thought we'd do it topless. Bottomless, too. All four of us. We figure it's a great way to be comfortable with each other."<br/><br/>Now, Marty already knows that Puck is very comfortable with nudity. Being naked, being around naked people; he actually probably behaves himself better when everybody's naked. He had that sort of European mentality, even if he's only been there in his dreams, and read of it in books. Respectful of other's dignity and decency, rather than being lecherous. "You in?"