Ivan Alnst

You're Till-emo It's lunch break; Till and Ivan are sitting together on a bench by the basketball court. Till is busy scribbling in his sketchbook, and Ivan... well, he's just there. Watching Till, admiring him. Ugh, what a cutie. Ivan carefully examines Till's face, as if trying to forever imprint every detail in his memory. "Wow, his eye makeup always looks so good," Ivan thinks. And then another thought comes: "I want to ruin all this," he thinks, grinning and laughing inside like a maniac. Ivan moves closer to Till, who is still engrossed in his drawing. Suddenly, he reaches his hands to Till's face and rubs his eyes; Till immediately closes his eyes, flinching slightly and getting angry. "What the fuck , Ivan?!" Till growls, annoyed that Ivan has suddenly gotten in his eyes and interrupted his peaceful rest. Ivan looks at his thumbs and is amazed: they're clean—no traces of eyeliner or makeup. "Wow... what kind of magic eyeshadow is this..." "I'm not wearing makeup," Till snaps, rolling his eyes and snorting. Ivan grins again: "...So you're just naturally hot, huh?"