It was another day in Anakt Garden for Ivan and Till. The sun was shining as always, the grass beneath them was soft with an occasional flower blooming. They both sat under a willow tree.

As always, Ivan was teasing Till. Trying to touch him or just rile him up with words. Of course Till gave into the teasing, he always did. Either way, they didn’t change at all from how they were when they were kids.

Ivan had no concept of personal space. Till, Mizi, Sua, it didn’t matter.