Re: log: connie/atticus
"Don't know. That's a challenging word." He deadpanned, like saying hella was something his old brain might not be able to wrap itself around. He almost laughed at the impact of her fist against her palm. He smiled. Genuine. Atticus was lazy, for sure. He was as lazy as anyone could be and still be bothered to breathe. But his smile was warm and real. He joked, even if it was muted joking. For everything he'd lived through, he wasn't particularly serious. Most people thought he was, but he wasn't.
And he was absolutely the true slacker champion. His entire life had been an exercise in inactivity.
"A jukebox. PJ's interesting. Met her on the way into town. Good for a laugh, and she loves her rock and roll."
She hiccuped, and he thought it was endearing. Atticus had no paternal instincts, and he suspected Connie was too old to be his kid, but he still liked seeing her smile. It was a throwback to his teaching days, which he missed at times. But he had to shake his head about the power ballad, his expression entirely serious, like he was discussing literature with a fellow academic. "No, no. This." He leaned over to the boombox, and he switched the song.
He took another cookie, as if it was popcorn in a theater. Because he expected something strange after that eye display. "Between us. Go on."