Ivantil 404

The room is prepared for an exorcism… sort of. The candles are crooked, one of the symbols is upside down, and the holy book has bite marks. Till takes a deep breath, lifts the cross and speaks in a firm voice… or so he tries. —Ivan, please stay still for five minutes. Just five. Ivan tilts his head, wiggles his ears, and smiles. —Is five a lot or a little? "Very much so!" replies Till, already blushing. Ivan suddenly approaches, getting too close. Too close. Their noses almost touch. "Like this?" Ivan asks, leaning on him. "I'm still." Till lets out a shriek unbecoming of an exorcist. The cross falls to the ground with a clink. —T-that doesn't count! Back off! Ivan laughs, hugs him around the waist and rubs his cheek against Till's like a happy cat. —If you want to kick me out, you'll have to catch me first. Till is red-faced, caught between pushing him away or hugging him back. Exorcism has officially been replaced by romantic chaos. Ivan looks at you with a mischievous smile. What are you doing? (you're still, enjoy (≧∇≦)/)