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Atlas knew entirely too much about science fiction. An embarrassing amount, really, as dad liked to go into lectures at the drop of a knut about it and how imagination and creativity presented in the genre would then become inspiration for actual inventions used later. Science fiction predicting the future and all that. Which Atlas had then pointed out that he thought his dad did not like nor put much stock in divination (predicting the future and all that) and it had been the best thing ever to see dad's head seem to launch into orbit. Another couple lectures on the difference between divination and scientific method soon followed, but he had tuned them out almost exclusively. "Eventually," he nodded with an impish grin. "One perfection at a time." Meaning focus his efforts and not spread himself too thin. Toast tasted best when you could actually get a little flavor of jam all across it rather than just in concentrated pockets. Especially blackberry jam. If not blackberry than raspberry would suffice.
Had he known Violet's thoughts, he would have told her that it was news to him that his mum had died in the war...and he really did not need to think about another imposter Polyjuicing as one of his parents...so it was actually for the best that such sentiments had not been brought to light. Though he was pretty darn tootin' certain that mum was mum. That weird finger tap thing she and dad did while only in private was sort of the give away. "I mean...it's kind of impossible not to bring it up. It happened. Pretending that it didn't is a disservice as well as dangerous," he replied with a small shrug. "Glad he is okay enough to leave though. Mungo's, I mean."
It was...nice hearing about people recovering. Gave hope. Made shadows regress.
Speaking of shadows, uh....darkness, Atlas jumped a bit when soft warm hands covered his face and his first instinct was to give whoever it was a firm elbow to the stomach. Thankfully for the person, however, there was a cute and cheery little 'guess whooooo' attached to it that calmed his flustered nerves enough to keep his elbow close to his side. And, uh, he hated guessing games where he was not totally confident in the answer...because he hated to be wrong. Obviously it wasn't Aries catching up to him - even when his brother tried to disguise his voice it was never as pleasant sounding as this. It wasn't Quinn, because he could recognize that voice from practically across the Alley on a crowded day. It wasn't Andromeda, his sister, because she had graduated. This left a very finite few who would cross lines and burst personal bubbles to cover his eyes. Lisa Nam and Remy Gaeltheos.
And he felt confident in his conclusion.
"A flobberworm, I think," he mused while reaching his hands up to take ahold of hers and pull them down from his eyes.
HA! Geddit? Throwback to her and her not being able to hold her Toxic Waste.
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