Cold Day In The Sun [RL With Minato, ot3 Virus]
[The couch he sits on is very comfortable. Much better than the ones he's used to. But he doesn't say that out loud. He doesn't say much out loud. He knows this can't last forever. Sooner or later, they'll come to their senses. Sooner or later, they'll leave. It repeats, all the time, community or no community. But for now, Ivan sits on the couch, and drinks some more hot chocolate. It's very warm here, even though he has his scarf on like always. But he likes the taste of it. Bitter, but sweet. And very, very warm. And there's a little music player in his pocket, that only holds a few songs. But he listens to it now, because it's something very new. Something that belongs to him, now. Although it's not as magical as his pipe, he thinks he likes this music player very much. So Ivan listens to music and drinks hot chocolate in an apartment. At the moment, there's nowhere he'd rather be.]