#ch: arturo1

[raynandsunshine]

Who: @arturamos​ Where: Sidewalk outside of Jannik’s place When: Thursday afternoon

Rayna never missed a chance to hang out with a furry friend if she could help it. And since meeting Jannik and convincing him to adopt a particularly sweet poodle, she was never in need of a furry friend to hang out with. It was a rare day off from the hospital when she leashed up Tilde and started out on a walk.

“Where should we go today?” She mused allowed to the dog. She reached down absentmindedly to scratch Tilde’s ears as she continued talking. “We can go to the park. We haven’t been there in a while. You’re up for a bit of a walk, right?” Rayna only made it as far as the end of Jannik’s driveway before her eyes set on a face that had become increasingly familiar as of late. “Arturo!” Her smile brightened, a skip in here step as she made her way towards him. “Come walk with us?” She asked with a hopeful smile. “Nik’s gonna be on work calls for a while, I think, so me and Tilde are heading over to the park.”

[cianxveri]

Who: @arturamos​ Where: Ventura Coffee Roasting Co. When: Monday early afternoon

Holidays had never been Cian’s favorite time of year. His family had been miserable when he was a kid, and the various people he’d been around during the holidays following being on his own with his sister hadn’t been much better. The only benefit the holidays had was that he could count on the bar doing well. He fully expected the bar to see an increase in patrons avoiding their families and their problems. It was why he’d had his grand opening last year on Christmas Eve. This year though, Jenn had insisted they decorate and ‘do the holidays properly’ as she’d said. He was starting to regret making her his assistant manager. But she knew what she was doing, and she’d insisted he spend a few days exploring the island and all of the places that had already decorated for the holidays to gain inspiration.

Which was how he ended up with a peppermint mocha something coffee—a holiday special, the barista had told him—and looking around for a place to sit. The coffeeshop was busy, but not terribly crowded. His eyes were drawn to a table by the window where a man sat alone, and he made a beeline for the table. If he had to be out and finding holiday inspiration or whatever, he may as well do so in attractive company. “Hello, mind if I join you?” Cian asked, offering a practiced smile. “It’s busy in here, I’m afraid, and—“ he broke off, laughing a little at himself as he glanced around and back to the man. “Alright, I’m lying. There’s plenty of places to sit alone, but a friend of mine tasked me with finding holiday cheer, or something of the sort, and I expect it would be a much more enjoyable experience in good company.”

[charlie-ansel]

Who: @arturamos​ Where: A secluded, mostly deserted beach somewhere When: Morning

For as long as Charlie had been on Catalina Island, he hadn’t made much use of the waterproof camera case he’d splurged on a couple years ago. Sure, he took it out on the boat when he went out with Della sometimes, but it was really just to protect his camera when he was taking photos of Dani and her aunt. He’d never used the case for its intended purpose or taking underwater photos.

Today though, with a fellow photographer in tow, Charlie was equipped with his camera, waterproof case, and a mask and snorkel. It took until he’d sat on his ass in the water during high tide for about twenty minutes, and had four schools of fish flee or just avoid him entirely, before he came up, pushing his mask up and taking a real breath of air again. “There has to be some kind of trick to this that I’m not getting,” he signed as he spoke. His expression was scrunched in exaggerated frustration, just to make his feelings on the overall way the day was going clear. Wildlife photography was the one realm he hadn’t ventured too much into, and now it felt foreign and weird. It likely had something to do with the fact that real estate photography, indoor scenes were so much more malleable and changeable on his own whims. Wildlife? Not so much.