"It's just so annoying. He acts all flirty and then proceeds to make fun of me?" Till grumbled, letting out a huff, "He's just so irritating-"

"I get that and all, but why are you venting to me." Sua questioned, looking up from her phone.

Till seemed to be pulled out of his thoughts, looking down to the short female he had been complaining to, his voice dropping in energy. "Hm? Oh, sorry." He let out a sigh, a hand combing through his silver hair.

Sua shrugged, "It's whatever. Ivan is really annoying though."

"I know, I can't tell if he likes me or not!" Till exclaimed, his voice raising in energy once more just as fast as he lost it.

"Well, do you like him?" She asked, her head tilting to the side as she did.

Till's attention seemed to be peaked once more at the question, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Do I..."

☆-

Till sat alone at a table, his sketchbook open to a page filled with small drawings. His thoughts were filled with Sua's question. Did he like Ivan? Sure, he did piss him off at times, but...

He suddenly heard footsteps approaching, his head rising slightly from his sketchbook. They were Ivan's, and he hated himself for the fact he could recognize them.

Till shut his book as the black haired man came over, standing next to his sitting form. He looked up at Ivan with an agitated look, although it was filled with a certain fondness.

"...What do you want.." Till grumbled out, a forced frown on his face.