#thread.atticus

"Do you want to make a deal with the devil?" Benny asked, one hand - the bad one - in the pocket of his jacket as Atticus moved towards him. He'd rather not interact with the other at all, but sometimes life didn't leave him any choices. He bit the inside of his lip and watched the other carefully. "Or are you here to be a fucking nuisance?"

He hadn't been able to keep his hairs stand on end as the other appeared, hadn't been able to keep his composure. Not when he felt like he might not just be overpowered, but also forced to go right back to the hospital if he angered the other enough. He'd already been in that week, and he was certain the pain was just waiting around the corner.

"Because I have better things to do than to entertain you."

Ekamdeep pushed the Manga back in his pocket as he joined Atticus at the door, ready to head out, though with his mind was still with the story, trying to figure out what might come next, and also a little unhappy about how quickly he burned through the pages and his pockets as he ordered the next series. 

He studied Atticus for a moment and gestured for him to take a step first. “Ye’re in yer ‘ead,” he commented. “Thinkin’ about the whole…” he thought for a moment. “Cannea think of a single word to sum it up… weird shit?”

Matevos frowned, he needed a moment to make that come through. Then he smiled his usual smile. “Depends on the choice? I’d say.” He looked Atticus over, though he couldn’t ever really be sure what to think of the little guy. He looked lean, but that said little about strength. He felt like he was kind of a little weirdo. Matevos wanted to pet him on his head and tell him ‘sure sure, you’re a good boy’. Though of course refrained from that. 

“But really? I think this wasn’t really a choice, it’s kind of hard to come out of a situation where you have nothing, and then start a normal life right away. Especially with no money, if I had money… I could’ve started my business right off the bat.” He shrugged. “Or wait, which choice are we talking about? Not the whole arrest thing, right?”

"You have a dark sense of humour?"

Not that Bijan knew much about art. He was a practical man, he understood things that were solid, that had foundations. He enjoyed figuring out people because they were the very opposite of the things that kept him secure. He often didn't understand why his relationships ended because he didn't have what it took to put himself in someone else's shoes. It was why he felt the need to question humanity and their behaviours. He looked at Atticus and the art on display and understood none of it. His face was quizzical.