Re: Room 12: Janus A/Steve M
[The bed, Steve thought, smelled nice. It smelled like people, their various scents and shades. And, it was nice and firm too—the bed. In spite of the earring that hooked into the flesh of his upper arm. He fished the thing out and held it in his palm. Janus (he didn't know it was spelled differently yet) was sitting on a bare foot, licking her fingers of chicken grease, and he smiled a little at her.
Why did he think Atticus dropped subject pronouns?] Habit, though that could've formed due to the aforementioned laziness. But, we all have our own ways of talking. I know it's not anything conscious. He writes the same way. It's endearing.