“Be careful with that one, remember..”

“Don’t get your heartstrings all tangled up.~” When Ivan blinks Luka’s long vanished.

When Ivan sighs it’s heavier than it should, making a beeline for a girl that matches Till’s type to a tee, grabbing a small shot of whiskey from abandoned table.

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Ivan, without a care in the world, merely curls himself even more in his embrace. "Till~"

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A misunderstanding! He just has to clear this, and be on the look out for any new match that's exactly Till's type.

Yet, his gaze wanders tracing the numbers on his wrist, heart beating rapidly.

Mission get Till to fall in love with some that is definitely not him!

-end?