<em>"So naughty. Might have to punish you later."</em>She had mentioned gettin' it on outside, and he was all for it--that comment earlier about water changing physics being a big hint about some ideas he had--but he didn't mind giving her a little spanking every now and again when she was 'naughty'. Of course, he was down for receiving spankings, too, if the mood struck her. Funny enough, odd sense of synchronicity; he practically said 'naughty' as the same time Martin was making a similar comment to Sarah. Even if neither of the couples could hear the other, it was just strange how things worked like that.<br/><br/>He enjoyed her warmth and closeness for a little longer, before her phone was drawing her attention. Like a veil, he unwrapped himself from around her, moving in tune with her body as she moved away from him; it was a bit like some impromptu dance, almost, the way they flowed together; as if Puck had somehow sensed exactly where she was going, how she was going, and why. He then sort of meandered around the backyard, as he had a bit too much energy in him for just standing still.<br/><br/>"Hey, Hot Pockets are decent when you're on the go." He playfully defended the frozen food item. Also, much like Sarah, Puck hadn't had too many things to bring for moving. A lot of his furniture had actually been second-hand, there was no point to a single bed when Scar undoubtedly had a much larger and comfier one... and down the list we go. Most of what Puck brought with him was a giant bookshelf, enough books to cover said shelf, covering an incredibly wide range of topics, the mask collection he'd built up over his life time... and what, maybe enough clothes that he necessarily had to do laundry every week? Most of his props, costumes, and other such things were kept in the theater, since it was troupe property. Also, he had a ton of those bobble heads of The Walking Dead characters. Like, if he'd actually kept the collection in mint condition and had never opened them, it might actually be worth a pretty penny; but he wasn't big in investing in objects like that.<br/><br/>Unlike Sarah who'd left behind her old furnishings, Puck, in preparation for the move, had put all his crumby stuff up on Freecycle; heck, a lot of things he's used over the years he got from there, or discount stores or the like. "A shed! Now, what would we put in the shed is the important question." He hmm'd, probably loud enough for every one of the three to hear him. "I mean, I guess I could put all my faces up in a shed. I certainly have enough of them." At a glance of the words, 'faces' might raise some eyebrows, but that's how he refers to his masks. Catch him in a philosophical mood, and he might start quipping about how everybody wears a mask, or go off on a tangent about Jungian psychology and Archetypal Figures.<br/><br/>"Le gasp! He wants more photos. Don't you know those infernal devices devour your soul, ser?" Admittedly, Puck had never been big on selfies, or being in photos in general; some might call him superstitious, and<em>many</em>in his career had superstitions, but it was more... he just didn't want to do it. He'd oblige, of course, he just never went out of his way; a very 'neutral' attitude, really. "Hmm, hmm, I want to put up a lil' door in the main hallway for the Wee Folk." Puck was very much into the old beliefs of the Celts, and had accumulated many books about their ancient history and their mythology over the years. "Or at least a pretty garden." Also, he may or may not start leaving berries or other small offerings out on the fireplace, because he now has an actual hearth to do that with.<br/><br/>Heck, his fascination with old history and mythology had boiled over and infected a few others in his troupe of actors, as they once compiled a play about Cu Chulainn (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%BA_Chulainn), appropriately titled 'The Hound of Ulster', wherein Puck actually played the part of Ferdiad; Puck only occasionally got a leading role; and yet, while he dreamed of Hollywood, he always seemed content to be second fiddle to someone else.