Re: [Green Light: Janus/Atticus]
Janus hunched, dropping hands to his knees, and put his hand out to take Atticus' arm where it waved in front of him. "Smaller, weaker me. Good for meeting other demons." He said this without looking up, avoiding Atticus' expression while he turned his wrist over to examine the runes. He didn't touch any of the inked skin, just a cool grip of delicate fingers tugging this way and that. Janus was curious about how much of Atticus was marked up, and he could have asked, but he didn't actually want to do any vivid picturing of Atticus naked, it was too strange and uncomfortable when he was Atticus-but-not. Instead of thinking about it, he continued, "It might not fool demons born that way, but demons like me that used to be human, we have biases."
He released any grip he might have had, straightened, and redirected his gaze to the left and right. "Pet project." Janus chuckled. In this body the laugh was soft, almost breathless. A murmur of humor where none belonged. "You and pet projects. It looks like the White House in here." Not that Janus knew what the White House looked like.