Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
"Curses. That's another interesting subject," Atticus said, and he meant it. Had studied curses up and down. Found them to be fascinating things. "Believe in them at all?" he asked. Knew a lot of curses were just Hot Topic shirt slogans. Most girls with a deck of tarot cards didn't really know what they were doing, but didn't mean the concept wasn't a true one. Curses could be dangerous, if they were placed by the right person. Luckily, most curses were bullshit. "Haven't broken any legs, have you?" he asked with a grin, using the most common theater saying that he could muster up.
"Think I'm too old fashioned for digital-only friendships. A a product of life before the internet, but am working on it. Still like conversations like this." Motioned between them. "Face-to-face. Body language. Someone else in the room. Typing is fine, but think there's a truth in face-to-face that is lost through a screen. No visible reactions, time to think answers through and deliver them in the most appealing manner. Can't do that in person, unless you're really fast on your feet. Am not particularly fast at anything."
Smiled a knowing smile. "Don't like failing either. Don't like looking stupid. Think that makes us like a lot of people, but don't think everyone has that same dread of looking bad. Lucky us." Knew what it felt like to look vulnerable and hate it. Had happened with Hazel after the diner, for example. "Think maybe the right friendships will make that easier to swallow. Hope so, anyway."