Dinner For Four (Cecilio, Sen, Atticus, Natalya)

Atticus wasn't impressed by Sen's reply, but he respected Natalya's and Cecilio's. He supposed this would be how it went usually. He breathed a sigh, too complacent to want to strangle Sen at this moment in time for his rude comments. In truth, Atticus did not see himself as a leader figure. His emotions, when they came, got in the way of his work far too often than he would care to admit. He had a level head, experience, and a clear mind... but when it all came down to it, there were a select set of things that could light his fuse.

"I wasn't really interested in the idea of fighting... more like information gathering?" Atticus said, more so looking towards Cecilio and Natalya. "When we're given a reap order, we're just given a name, location, and approximate date of death. A lot of times, we have to figure out who the person is before their thread turns red. Sure, we might have to be able to defend ourselves, especially with hunters becoming more prominent but..." He trailed off, his mind giving himself a sort of metaphorical 'tsk tsk'. He was criminalizing Hunters again.

Atticus shrugged once more, "I just mostly feel like we all work best as individuals. I've had some shitty teams, and some really good ones in the past. I honestly don't want my next century or two with you guys to be the former. Besides, we all live together." he said, though he didn't sound particularly thrilled or put off by the idea. He seemed... actually quite apathetic. His expression was hard to read, and his tone gave the impression that he was just saying this for their own good, that he actually didn't quite care.

In retrospect, Atticus seemed capable of finding people to complete reap orders with. He knew guardians, full time reapers, and smart people who could help him. So it seemed... uncertain as to whether or not he really intended for this to work out, or if he was just saying it for good measure.

"Awww, now widdle babbie is upset!" Natalya cooed at Sen, reaching over to pat his head. "Shall I sing lullaby for widdle babbie?" Fulltime reaper or not, she could not NOT take that opening Atticus created.

She became serious when he spoke again, settling back in her chair ans shrugging. "I was pilot in life, not NKVD, but I picked up basics with other teams." She wasn't quite sure what to make with the mans lack of enthusiasm - he seemed to have that for pretty much everything. He had do have something he enjoyed - but Natalya guessed time would tell. For now she listened to Cecilio.
"Teamwork is good if works. Very bad if not. I remember in Great Patriotic War, mechanics assigned to our unit barely deserved name- but is not important right now. Best way, I think, to see if we are good team, is to go out and work."

Atticus sighed a bit, ignoring Sen once again as the young man decided to turn his attentions to Natalya. Part of him felt sorry for the young woman, but not enough to intervene or anything. Instead, he looked to the two who spoke respectively towards him, finding that they weren't bad company. Sen was the only one who seemed to have the hardest time getting along with his group.

"I'd say for most jobs, we should work alone." he said, but his eyes went to Natalya's suggestion, "But perhaps the next reap order that we get that's particularly difficult, we can go together." he said, seemingly agreeing with Natalya's proposal that the only way they'd know eachother and whether or not they worked well together would be to give it a shot.

For now though, Atticus decided the best way to deal with the youngest of them all would be to simply tune him out. He had to stop getting irritated about the one arm jokes sooner or later.