— dylan westwick dylan's home, claret park.
It was funny, how much of Atlas' life seemed to be tied to the neighborhood, despite the man living in an entirely different one; his oldest daughter, his youngest daughter, his close friend... if she didn't know any better, she'd wonder if the man spent his free time just strolling the streets of Claret Park, picking up people to build a found family with. The thought alone was enough to make her laugh softly to herself as she made her way to Dylan's front door, not too far from her own home just a mile or two away. A box took up her right hand as her left hand reached up to knock on the door, a gift bag decorated with rainbows and newborn baby items gently swung from the place where it rested on her left arm with the action. Then, she stepped back until the door opened, cracking a gentle smile of greeting at the sight of the other woman. "Hi," Sage offered in a whispered greeting. "I hope now was a good time to drop off some things, I won't stay, just thought I'd get these two you before the two little ones end up in college."
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