#arawn trying to console durge like; there there buddy everyone just picks a name sometimes

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Again Arawn blinks. Then, he gives into his first urge and laughs. Poor, sorry bastard, truth serum's pack a hell of a punch, especially the one Jaheira favors. It's meant to find to every truth, however buried. And hell, Arawn might be a terrible person, but it is funny to witness.

"Yeah, that wouldn't have been my choice, but I can't argue with the results." He shrugs, one-shouldered, then does something monumentally stupid at puts a hand on Puck's shoulder. "Don't worry, lots of people here chose their name, hell, I did. Doesn't make it any less mine."

He thinks briefly about the little girl he never was, the little girl who answered to a name that wasn't his. Poor little thing.

And of course, thinking about anything from his past makes him want a drink, desperately. So he hooks a thumb at the bar. "Do you want a drink that isn't spiked? You look like you need one."

relief washes over him as arawn spins his embarrassing slip of the tongue into a joke, smoothing over any potential awkwardness from being too honest—even if his laugh sounds bitter. puck is starting to understand why the others would disapprove of willingly drinking truth serum. 

he doesn’t have anything equally as witty to quip in reply, so he goes straight for the introduction instead. ‘ puck. ( i think. ) i don’t know, actually. it’s possible i just made that up. ’ oh, gods. he’s still talking. ‘ you know, i’ve been wandering around this whole time, saying my name is puck, & i don’t even know if that’s TRUE. i mean— ’  finally, he manages to shut his mouth. all right, so not his best introduction in the world, but still not his worst. that should count for something. he clears his throat, scratches behind his ear. ‘ sorry, i just drank a truth serum because i’m a fucking idiot. ’  an idiot who thinks he doesn’t have secrets. oh, good job, puck. you kept that one to yourself.