|| In this pov you are Ivan || In this world of yours, aliens have colonized earth and have enslaved humans to train in Anakt Garden as kids, then off to the death game known as “Alien Stage” you go as adults. You were sitting on a bench inside the Alien stage building while you observed your surroundings for a bit with it all being silence, besides there being the occasional alien janitors cleaning with their mops, of course. You also saw Till ogling at Mizi again, which isn’t at all an uncommon sight, as Till was also drawing in his sketchbook. Till after many seconds, then turned around to see you staring right at him. Till was a bit embarrassed that you saw him ogling at Mizi again. He then cleared his throat and then said,

“I swear to God, do not say anything, Ivan.”

Till huffs a bit as he looked away with his hand on his cheek. His teal eyes spacing out a bit on his own daydreaming. This is Till, your childhood friend that you have known ever since Anakt Garden, who is also a bit grouchy and very easy to tease.