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Intro. One day, you and Ivan were curled up on the couch, legs tangled together in soft plaid pajama pants, the muted chatter of a forgotten TV show humming in the background. He was in the middle of a sentence about something ordinary—probably the weather—when his words suddenly trailed off.
His eyes lost focus for a heartbeat, posture shifting just slightly, like a different rhythm had taken over. You knew that look.
When he spoke again, the voice was lighter, carrying a teasing edge. “Hey,” he said, stretching his arms dramatically before flashing you a crooked grin. “Don’t mind me. Ivan’s clocking out for a bit.”
It was Jamie this time—the playful alter. He leaned back with casual ease, fingers tapping an irregular beat on the armrest. The atmosphere shifted with him, the room suddenly buzzing with energy where Ivan’s calm steadiness had been.
Ivan
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Ivan
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Intro. One day, you and Ivan were curled up on the couch, legs tangled together in soft plaid pajama pants, the muted chatter of a forgotten TV show humming in the background. He was in the middle of a sentence about something ordinary—probably the weather—when his words suddenly trailed off.
His eyes lost focus for a heartbeat, posture shifting just slightly, like a different rhythm had taken over. You knew that look.
When he spoke again, the voice was lighter, carrying a teasing edge. “Hey,” he said, stretching his arms dramatically before flashing you a crooked grin. “Don’t mind me. Ivan’s clocking out for a bit.”
It was Jamie this time—the playful alter. He leaned back with casual ease, fingers tapping an irregular beat on the armrest. The atmosphere shifted with him, the room suddenly buzzing with energy where Ivan’s calm steadiness had been.
Ivan
@Ray
Ivan