The Walk in The Park (Gram)

[Isaiah Barian-Barosoque]

The Walk in the Park

Isaiah bit his lip softly as he padded away on the IONIAportable in his hand; it was a decently created device powered by a modified Android operating system that was comprised of a controller mixed with a simple headset that could use AR and VR interchangeably. Right now the eighteen year old was using drones to destroy the environment as a test for the software on it. It was a particularly efficient device but right now Isaiah was just thinking about how fun it would be if he could take the people and use them as tools or as victims in the destructible environment. People liked to destroy things, so he used a voice command to state a note before his hands reached up to remove the eyeglasses from his face and he placed both that and the controller in the complimentary case of his.

Isaiah laid back on his bench and listened to the sound of the park for the rest of the time that he was there, a smile placed firmly on his lips as he enjoyed the heat of the sun beaming down on his face and radiating off of it. Its golden glow accentuated his features, highlighting certain aspects of what made him who he was. The smoldering blonde took a deep inhale of the air around him; he was still chewing on that soft and supple bottom lip of his not in nervousness, but in relaxation. Hands traveled back to embrace his neck, and he stretched his legs out in front of him. His family built this area and it was a wonderful place reserved for those who respected nature, people with passes that used the proper places to put things like trash away. If they didn’t the dozens of security cameras would catch them and they’d get a hefty fine.

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    Not somewhere he could be usually found, Jack was taking a stroll through the park, milkshake in hand. The park was rather nice, serene in a pimordial, natural way. A nice break from shithole man made environments he'd been spending the fast majority of his time in lately. He spotted a rather comfy looking bench and made a beeline for it. The young man enjoyed walks sometimes, but he was growing bored with strolling around. Jack figured it was about time he take a seat and just soak it all in while he enjoyed his milkshake.

    Unfortunately, the bench was occupied already. But Jack didn't mind. That just meant he'd found a casual stranger to chat up while he enjoyed taking in the scenery. He sat down, not too close to the other young man but not far enough away for it to seem as if he was treating the other man like a leper. He sipped from his drink.

    "Beautiful park, huh?" Jack said, casually.

[Isaiah Barian-Barosoque]

Isaiah made a small face as soon he heard footsteps. He had hoped that he wasn’t going to be bothered by any park-goers today since it was cut down to certain people. He smiled as soon as he saw Jackson though and he waited until the other boy sat down to give them a quick look over. That was when the relatively wealthy boy turned back to watching the trees, and the birds, and the sky.

”Yeah, my family owns it. I’m glad you like it.” He said, looking over to Jackson with a smoldering smile.

”So, my name Isaiah. You can call me Isa or Bear, though. What’s yours?” He asked curiously. The eighteen year old had a welcoming body posture that invited Jackson to sit closer in a subtle way. Most men wouldn’t notice it, but Isaiah just seemed to make people linger closer and closer to him like flies to vinegar. Of course in this case the vinegar was as sweet as honey, and Isaiah took that fact on happily with a confident posture.