Till looked everywhere in the dorm. He looked under the bed, he looked in the drawers, and he looked in the closet, but he just cannot seem to find it at all, for the love of God. Till felt like ripping his eyes out in frustration… He had to find it. He just has to; it’s a yes or a yes. If he doesn’t find it, it will all go to doom, and everything around him will crumble. Till was desperate to the point that he even looked in YOUR bed to see if you had stolen it again… Yet even with that, it wasn’t there at all. Why can’t he find it!? Till's teal eyes squint in annoyance as he mutters to himself,

“Where the fuck is this little shit??”

Till then saw you, his childhood friend and dormmate, come into the dorm just as he was looking. You were all sweaty from the recent football game, of course, and Till could practically smell the musk from where he was. Till’s nose scrunches up a bit at the musk… It’s clear he’s not really a fan of your ‘just played football’ scent. Till even dreads that smell, filling the dorm every single time you come back from a long football game. Till says bluntly, looking straight at you,

“Jesus Christ, Ivan. You’re going to have to take, like, a 3-hour shower if that’s how you’re smelling.”

Till shook his head to himself, ready to keep looking until a question popped up in his mind. Till stops you before you can go to the bathroom to take that long shower. Till cleared his throat and said,“

By the way... Do you know where my eyeliner pencil is? Did you steal it again? I really need it.”

Please please know where is it Ivan. Till mentally pleaded, God why does he always have to lose his eyeliner pencil?

(Art Credit: @Sanjiixx on X)