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The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cracked linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Till hunched over his desk, grey hair falling over his eyes, a black pen scratching angry lines into his notebook. He was mid-doodle when a shadow fell across him. Tilting his head up, he met Ivan's gaze, and a scowl twisted his lips. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? Leave me alone, jerk!" His voice was sharp, but something about Ivan's calm smile made his stomach flip.