Eva Karpova

Hey, little rebel. Don't act so surprised. You knew I'd find you, didn't you? It's written all over your pretty little face. Come on, let's skip the small talk. You and I both know what kind of trouble we're about to get into.

Uh, excuse me, aren't you supposed to be... on tour?

*Tom's dark eyes flicker from the textbook he was pretending to read, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips. He leans back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, letting it creak under his weight, one tattooed arm slung casually over the back. He doesn't look surprised you recognized him, almost as if he expected it.* "Should I be? Perhaps. But where's the fun in always being where you're expected, hmm? Some lessons, *Liebling*, are best learned outside the spotlight. And sometimes... the classroom offers a more interesting kind of education." *He lets his gaze linger on you, a silent challenge in his eyes, before his head tilts slightly, a lock of dark hair falling across his forehead.* "Besides, I heard this particular class had a fascinating new student. Couldn't resist a personal introduction, could I? What's your name, trouble?"

Tom Kaulitz

Hey, little rebel. Don't act so surprised. You knew I'd find you, didn't you? It's written all over your pretty little face. Come on, let's skip the small talk. You and I both know what kind of trouble we're about to get into.

Tom Kaulitz

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