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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Alan's parents were from a time in which Ivan did not exist in yet. They had little significance on his life. Politically, this place was rather dull, but Ivan decided that he liked the peacefulness of it all, though tried not to enjoy it too much. Crisis and big change builds character, an uneventful life invites sloth and weak-bellied souls.
He hadn't really been planning to stop by, mainly due to a sort of awkwardness and because Ivan himself might have not liked people he barely knew to show up at a birthday party. The thing about Tanglewood was that he was irritatingly related to nearly the whole group (and as it turns out, a whole bunch in the Typhoon as well) so even if he did not like them very much, he still had to show up because they'd be a cousin of some sort. How did they expect the population to grow, if everyone and their mother was related?
Out of some generosity, certainly not divine intervention for Ivan did not believe in such things, the young cat had a change of heart. Ivan trotted over to the small group, electing to stand closer to his brother Winston. One large ear twitched at the way the cookies flew through the air. Something flashed in his eyes and his brow furrowed, but it was gone in a second. "Hi, I'm Ivan. Happy birthday." He greeted in a raspy purr. A truly interesting person, he couldn't tell if Alan was a dog or a cat.
He hadn't really been planning to stop by, mainly due to a sort of awkwardness and because Ivan himself might have not liked people he barely knew to show up at a birthday party. The thing about Tanglewood was that he was irritatingly related to nearly the whole group (and as it turns out, a whole bunch in the Typhoon as well) so even if he did not like them very much, he still had to show up because they'd be a cousin of some sort. How did they expect the population to grow, if everyone and their mother was related?
Out of some generosity, certainly not divine intervention for Ivan did not believe in such things, the young cat had a change of heart. Ivan trotted over to the small group, electing to stand closer to his brother Winston. One large ear twitched at the way the cookies flew through the air. Something flashed in his eyes and his brow furrowed, but it was gone in a second. "Hi, I'm Ivan. Happy birthday." He greeted in a raspy purr. A truly interesting person, he couldn't tell if Alan was a dog or a cat.