#* [conversations] 💬 ft. ivan

[atlasxmoretti]

LOCATION: Nightshade Park CLOSED for @ivanstonehh

The season was changing, and that was always something Atlas enjoyed. The way the leaves changed colours, the coolness in the air, it always made him feel at home wherever he was. The difference this time was that he actually was home. It had been a long time since he'd been in Raven's Peak at this time of year, so he planned on making the most of it.

As he walked through Nightshade Park, he took in the feeling of it all. He wasn't sure how long he had been walking, but he decided it was time to sit down and just enjoy the scenery. Walking up to the nearest bench, he looked at the man who was already sitting there. "You mind if I join you?" He asked, motioning to the seat. "Great time of year, don't you think?"

[atlasxmoretti]

"I figured I was about due for some fresh air. It feels like I've been cooped up in my house unpacking for weeks." It had been a long time since Atlas had settled anywhere, so it had come as a surprise to him to discover just how much he owned. For years, his life had been packed away in boxes, and during his travels he would send the odd box back home. What he hadn't realised was how this boxes had started to add up.

Atlas took a seat on the bench and leaned back, talking in the area around them. "What brings you out to the park today?" He asked, making polite chit chat. The last thing he wanted to do was distract the man from whatever it was that he was doing on his phone, but he'd always been a chatter, so he just couldn't help himself.

Ivan was in no way enjoying the scenery, but he at least was outside and getting some sun. He had to remind himself to do things like that sometimes. His hobbies were all indoor kind of things, and with the kids all grown and out of the house, there was really nothing forcing him to go outside. Nothing except his health, of course, which was why he was sitting outside, phone in hand, watching as the bids kept coming in during the final hour of the auction.

Stupid eBay, Ivan grumbled to himself and drank from his coffee cup. It was supposed to be a dying platform, why were so many people on here bidding on this particular cabinet? Losers, he thought, and bid on it again.

“Oh!” He looked up, surprised when the other addressed him. “Not at all, go right ahead!” He scooched over on the bench to make extra room. “It is, isn’t it? The weather is perfect.” He drank another sip of coffee. “What brings you out here?”