There are many things that can be said about Puck. Some of them are good; some bad; and most could be taken either which way. Let it never be said, though, that he does not make an entrance when he arrives on the scene.<br/><br/>His phone had been all abuzz while he biked home from the theatre, but he'd only had the occasional chance to read, and not respond; that would be reckless, after all... ahh, but the entrance.<br/><br/>The cherry red bike sped along the lanes, as he kept pace with cars; bicycles were less expensive, didn't cost gas, and while those might not be as big concerns now as they had been, he was still quite fond of biking everywhere. On a technical level, he did have a driver's license; he knew both how to drive a car, and even a motorcycle [according to him, his uncle was Hell's Angels, and had given him some good lessons when he was still learning]. But the bike... it was his baby, in its own way.<br/><br/>Also made him terribly late. But he does finally arrive, just as it seems like the mood is turning tense, and when he pulls into the parking area, he is riding the bike solely on its back wheel; the front wheel propped up into the air, as he carefully balanced it forward. And then... then it came. The damnably silly ring-a-ling-a-ling of the bell. "Lucy, I'm home!" He called out in a spot on Ricky Ricardo style accent.<br/><br/>There was the tiniest thud as the front wheel finally came down to earth, and he slowed the bike down, and pulled it off to the side. He did not just carelessly toss it to the side, as a child might; but rather hopped off it, and walked the bike a few more feet to set it against the side of the house. He'd find a more permanent location later, but for now, it was out of the way of the cars, and out of direct sight.<br/><br/>"Did anybody else feel like they passed through a Twilight Zone neighborhood on the way here? No? Hmm, might be me." Well, really, this whole thing is surreal. The past few months have had feeling more alive than he has in a good, long while; and the house... well, he had pretty much committed himself to maybe one day having his own studio apartment. Let's leave it at that. "Humblest apologies, but the crowd wanted an encore." Probably the hardest aspect of the relationship he had with Scar was how conflicting their schedules could be; she might disappear for weeks at a time, his work hours were... ill-defined at the best of times. Rehearsals could run late, or they could nail it on the first go and retire early. Some times they did small encore performances, for the delight of the crowd; some times they did so well, the troupe wanted to go out and celebrate, and some times, they just sort of scampered in all directions once everything had been cleaned up; and that entirely depended on the performance, the crowd... so many little 'X-factors'.<br/><br/>Using a bicycle, even if he was damn fast on it, also did not contribute to him getting to places on time. But here he was, in the flesh, with a broad grin, and a delightful sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he moved with all the silky feline grace of a jaguar, towards... mmm, food, hug, or kisses, which to go for first...<br/><br/>"Doc Martins!"  He is silly. He has always been silly. He's got a few ways to refer to his pal Marty, most of which were pop cultural [like McFly, as in Marty McFly from Back to the Future], but some of which were more like... expensive clothing brands. He swooped upon the man, and gave him a brief hug, before moving towards the ladies. "And my favorite lion." Because she went by Scar, so you know... The Lion King.  It was also a bit like a double entendre, too, if one thought about it just a little too hard.<br/><br/>And yeah, just like a bird, he's gonna swoop in on her, and give her a peck on the cheek. "I still need to find something suitably cozy but not too familiar for you." He said in consideration of Sarah. He still hadn't thought of good references for her. His tone is jovial though; in fact, every aspect about Puck is that he's the sort of person that can brighten up a place just by being there. He had that sort of warm fuzzy 'aura' around him.  Maybe it was because he was so carefree, and honest; or, maybe it was as he often said, that he went everywhere with a song in his heart. Either way, it was the rare person who could outright ignore him, or be neutral for very long; a very much 'love him or hate him' sort, as he tended to make not just strong first impressions, but every impression tended to be so... larger than life. Or, at least, that was the intent; he wasn't on point a hundred percent of the time, and he did occasionally cross lines, though he never meant ill will by it.<br/><br/>He retreated to the relative safety of the food, and went about scooping up a little of this, and a little of that; in essence making himself a naan sandwich. Drink of choice was soda, as he felt the need for a little extra sugar and caffeine.  Now he became quiet, seemingly focused on his food; but in truth, he was more attuning himself to how his tardiness and entrance was taken. Marty seemed a little distressed, but he also struck Puck as the type to be tightly wound up... and this was a huge change for all of them, not just himself. He imagined people were going through their own little storms of mixed emotions, and now was his time to hide behind food, and try to figure out who was where, especially after the 'wave' he just made.