Re: [The Capital Mall: Atticus & Janus]
Atticus' shoes, on lazy feet stretched out and tipped sideways against the food court floor, were old sneakers. Had been white once, but they were grey now and worn in patches. The laces were perpetually grey and frayed. Old shoes. Comfortable shoes. The jeans he wore were comfortable too. Worn-in, lived-in and loosened. Comfortable. The jacket and sweater were Atticus' only concession to work, but the school didn't care much. Public, liberal university that only cared about publishing. Atticus had published a good half-decade back. Was set.
Took what remained of the Cinnabon with a good-natured smile. Didn't care it was mostly gone. Only child, but had never developed that weird quirk singletons had about not sharing food. Plucked up a sticky bit of curl with his fingers and tucked it into his mouth. Chewed. Knew Janus was impatient. Wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew. Just like he knew Janus looked like himself. Had a plan for this outing, one that involved summoning up a ghost for the express purpose of having said ghost tell him what Janus really looked like sitting there. Didn't think it was going to be necessary.
"Like the beanie. Cute." Said it with an appreciative smirk. Under the table, he wiggled his feet when Janus looked. Lazy wiggle. Not an exuberant wiggle. "Don't know the difference between small stores or department stores. Department stores are large. Know that. Don't know the nuance." Tore off the last bit of sticky bun and popped it into his mouth. "You pick. Shopping for you too?" He quirked a brow, and he looked over at his bag. "Or want to grade papers?"