Re: log: connie/atticus
Atticus was about to make some comment about her smile, but his intention was derailed when she winked. He blinked a few times, and then he made a sound in the back of his throat that resembled exasperation. Not fear. Not surprise. Not shock. Exasperation. "Could've pretended to be normal for a few more days. Maybe a week," he said, his exaggerated sigh indicating that he was joking with her. It was easier to get that across in person than in writing.
He watched her step inside, and he watched her sit on his couch and criticize his music. He didn't so much as quirk a brow. Instead, he reached for a cookie and picked it up, examined it. He hadn't tasted one of these since before his parents went to jail. Such a long time ago, and he took a bite as he watched her bob and point. It was good, the cookie, and he took a few more bites before walking over to the radio. It was old school, the radio. To be more specific, it was a boombox, and there was a stack of cassettes beside it.
"Like Sound of Silence," he admitted, as he stopped the cassette and plugged his iPod, which was rested atop the cassettes, into the external jack. He swiped a little, scrolled a little, and he ultimately stopped on this, before dropping onto one of the red chairs, where he continued eating his cookie. "Like Lazarus, too. Good cookie, kid."