[ Falling silent and within that pause, he lifts his gaze to meet Ivan's eyes. Till scans for something, as if Ivan's words sparked a memory. His search ends with nothing. The expression he can't replicate in drawings has long vanished, nor any does he find ,a clue about Ivan's thoughts but the little knowledge he has gleaned in his time within the resort is something that leaves him thinking. It makes him absolutely unhappy, as evidenced by the corners of his lips turning ever downward and the groan escaping his lips. Annoying!
That better serves to convince him.
Ivan, a specter who would haunt him. Dead or alive. More alive now. It's disconcerting, and yet he hasn't pulled his hands back again, still holding on to the fabric. The easily torn fabric. ]
You don't even know what that is!
[ Mr. Outstanding Student acting out on that stage! And who hasn't considered assessing his physical state. Instead, his mind is on that other thing! It gives him pause to wonder what was going on in Ivan's head. Is doing what these people tell him more important? Is touching lips—kissing— more important? ]
You know what you just said is crazy, right? Who wouldn't check? I'll check!
[ Now which left is that? Give him a moment here. Wait. It doesn't matter! There is barely any (made out of the weakest fabric in the universe) wedding dress left. If someone like Till could so easily shred it, and by now it's virtually just falling off of Ivan. Just a few more bits of fabric. And— ]
Why aren't you wearing anything underneath!!! [ Which is to say: Why are you like this? ]
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[ Falling silent and within that pause, he lifts his gaze to meet Ivan's eyes. Till scans for something, as if Ivan's words sparked a memory. His search ends with nothing. The expression he can't replicate in drawings has long vanished, nor any does he find ,a clue about Ivan's thoughts but the little knowledge he has gleaned in his time within the resort is something that leaves him thinking. It makes him absolutely unhappy, as evidenced by the corners of his lips turning ever downward and the groan escaping his lips. Annoying!
That better serves to convince him.
Ivan, a specter who would haunt him. Dead or alive. More alive now. It's disconcerting, and yet he hasn't pulled his hands back again, still holding on to the fabric. The easily torn fabric. ]
You don't even know what that is!
[ Mr. Outstanding Student acting out on that stage! And who hasn't considered assessing his physical state. Instead, his mind is on that other thing! It gives him pause to wonder what was going on in Ivan's head. Is doing what these people tell him more important? Is touching lips—kissing— more important? ]
You know what you just said is crazy, right? Who wouldn't check? I'll check!
[ Now which left is that? Give him a moment here. Wait. It doesn't matter! There is barely any (made out of the weakest fabric in the universe) wedding dress left. If someone like Till could so easily shred it, and by now it's virtually just falling off of Ivan. Just a few more bits of fabric. And— ]
Why aren't you wearing anything underneath!!! [ Which is to say: Why are you like this? ]