Re: dock: atticus and mal
Chuckled. "Have it your way." Was joking about the gods. Atticus joked. His lazy slouch in the aluminum boat was matched by his grin. Lazy grin. Sometimes a smirk. Sometimes bright-eyed entertained. Wasn't a particularly serious guy. Better not to take anything he said with too much weight. Had passions, interests, and, sure, gods numbered among them, but in the same casual way he approached most everything.
Saw the wince. Chuckled again. Had never seen or heard of anyone popping into a toddler's body, for the record. Hadn't heard of anything younger than teens, but also had no proof someone wouldn't become a toddler. Was worth mentioning, though he did so with no gravitas. A chuckle, a grin, and Mal was over there being serious in his hoodie. Thought Mal was probably a serious guy often. As a rule. Seemed the type that maybe took himself too seriously in the gut, if not on the surface. Seemed sarcastic on the surface. These were the things he noticed as Mal mused about the base and the crash and the puzzle.
"Assume it's a combination. Base. Crash. Seems to have created the perfect storm. And Shakespeare's a secretive guy. Doesn't have much to say." Grinned. Wasn't nuts, but didn't mind if this Mal guy thought he was a complete madman. Couldn't hurt anything.
Watched as Mal turned the puzzle over. Wasn't worried that Mal would steal the box. Assumed Janus could just summon it back from wherever it was stolen. Looked relaxed. Obviously wasn't concerned. Wasn't worried. "Want to steal my thinking song?" he asked, already reaching for the boombox and pulled it onto his lap. Fast forwarded the old cassette until he reached something that he considered a good thinking song.
Kind of a classic, even for him. Maybe too many words for thinking. Still liked the sound off the water and night sky. "Could go with some Sinead if that's more up your alley." Pulled a face. Wasn't fond. Nodded toward the puzzle. "He telling you anything?"