A Study of a Villain
"Oi, Odie. How was your weekend—Odie, how you doing that?"
Odie's friend, Penny, was most likely referring to Odie's nonchalant ability to be waiting at the bus stop, though not in a way one would generally expect. He was sitting back in a reclined position hovering about a foot and a half off the ground while attempting to solve a Rubix Cube at a quick pace.
"This you mean? It's quite easy, actually. Saw it in my desk and thought I'd give it a go, seems there's a specific pattern," he replied while holding up the box with one hand, still solving it with quick turns of his fingers, a matter-of-fact look on his face.
"No, well, yeah, that too, but Odie, you're floating! Or you're sitting on a exceptionally clear chair." Penny leaned down to him and felt under where a chair should be, but no chair. "Yeah, see that? It's not one of them Scandinavian deals, you really are