 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
What usually compelled the hair ruffling of Atlas? Naturally, Atlas would know this but in Freddie's mind it made him wonder. Did he think his hair didn't look good enough? Did he need help with the ruffling? Rather than ask, his natural instinct was unlike the obvious tactic. Instead he would choose to reach out and ruffle it himself to fix whatever Atlas didn't or couldn't do. Buddies did that sort of thing, right? If Freddie was able to hear the mumbling of 'you won't be able to help yourself' he'd tell him that he was right. How could he resist helping his friend?
Before he could reach out a hand as Atlas approached closer to him, a familiar voice came into the picture. Freddie turned to the curious Apollo just as Atlas apparently jumped back, "Hey Apollo," Turning his suspended looking head in the direction with his smile remaining. He did give Atlas a quick glance for perhaps permission to tell what he could tell? "Yes, we are. A special project that we've been cooking up a while," Well, Atlas did already say it so he should probably add something different to the explanation. "Did you start on yours yet or are you doing the interning?" Or flip it back, whatever works.
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