Re: FT: Atticus M/Steve M
I'll hold onto it until September, if you really want to keep the experience authentic, [Steve offered out of the sheer kindness of his heart, his tone warm, but full of dry humor.] I don't mind, really.
You could order from Amazon and ask them not to deliver them for a few weeks, [he teased of the binoculars/telescope, as he showed the other man his trailer, then the bar. A small chuckle at the question about money.] I'm okay. [And then he was inside.] Selina. Cat. You'd see her name on the forums, if you look back. [Steve moved toward the bar, taking the phone with him. The space was obviously small, traversed in a handful of steps, and then the phone was placed on the well-shined bartop and Steve leaned there with a familiar air. He looked around, before turning his attention back to the phone, to Atticus on the small screen. Did he enjoy it, he wondered.] Sometimes. [The answer was brief. Private, right? Steve swooped to pick up the phone again, then meandered through the space, around the bar, and to the front door. It opened with a creak, then showed the placard-plastered front of the small bar. Steve looked over his shoulder, then back to the phone.] Should I get my bike, or do you want a walking tour?