Re: log: connie/atticus
She giggled with a shake of her head at his Sup and she was both delighted and glad that despite being kind of a stick in the mud, he didn't mind being slightly playful. Connie liked to think she brought it out in people. Dahl, Cris. She thought life was better if people were a little goofy. "Next week I'll teach you how to say hella convincingly. You'll be a hit!" She lightly pounded her fist into the palm of her hand like a train tycoon making a plan to conquer the west.
Connie wondered if Atticus was actually the true slacker champion here. Connie usually won the title for being a lazy butt, but Atticus really didn't seem to give any fucks about anything. He was old, chubby and didn't seem to have much of a direction in life besides books and fellow old stuff. Connie admired that a little and she wondered if she'd be the same at his age.
"A jukebox, really?" She took off her huge blue jacket and used it as a soft thing to prop her shoulders against. Crossing her arms, "I bet there's some good old school rock and roll on there. Buddy Holly. That's my jam." A smile with a hiccup of a laugh. "I can totally imagine you getting super into a power ballad. I want to know what love issss! I want you to sshooww me!" She sang dramatically and then went for a another cookie.
She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully at his proposition. "Okay. But, I don't want to freak you out. It's freaky. Not...ghost freaky. I'm not a ghost. Science. Freaky." She hesitated and her expression went actually serious, hair already freeing itself from her attempt to tame it. "And, you- it's our secret. If you say something that gets me in trouble with them, you'll have a really bad time."