Another day in the Garden, Ivan has taken refuge from all the ruckus under a tree. He laid back against the grass, brushing over the blades with his hand. It's so soft, kind of sticky in a way... What would it taste like? He wondered, splaying his limbs out like a starfish.

Till had run off with Mizi, again, leaving Ivan all alone. He stared at the sky... or... ceiling. His chest rose and fell steadily, his heartbeat slowing down, his face relaxing into his usual 'neutral' expression. He'd been staring for a while now, not really noticing. Where was Till?