Re: [The Capital Mall: Atticus & Janus]
Atticus did mean devilish. Grinned lazily. "Don't know what I'm talking about? My ass you don't know what I'm talking about." No ire. Just a chuckle at the tail end and knowing glint in hazel eyes. Noticed Janus' noticing the empty corner. Lifted a shoulder. Lazy shrug, half-assed and unconcerned. Wasn't a big deal anymore, the haunts. Since the wolf, he controlled them and not the other way around. Was the main reason he would never regret the werewolf thing, even if it had numerous downsides. Was achey often lately. Thinner, yes. Stronger, yes. But achey and older feeling. Contradiction in bones and skin and he needed to learn to take it easier after the moon. Hah. Him needing to learn to take things easier. Was laughable, really.
Considered Steve and shopping as he scratched his furred belly with lazy lack of notice. Felt good, the scratching. "Glad you think it's fair." About the sweater. Would've made Ricardo bring Janus one, even if Janus had said it was unfair; was easier this way. As for Steve shopping, Atticus tried to picture it. "Think he'd like it. Would need to lend him my card." Grin. Didn't care. Money wasn't important to Atticus, but he didn't mind being smug about it at the moment.
Look down at the hand that reached out to slap his own. "Scratching feels good. Rubbing? I'm not Santa or Buddha, Janus." Knew the other man was teasing. Just scratched lower, beneath navel, as a result. Watched the folding of the undershirt, and then glanced down at the shirt that was held up against his front. "Thrilling. Not trying on any pants for you?" Was a deliberate question, one asked with dark hazel eyes and the laziest of smirks on his lips.