[It's the saccharine, fake sweetness that Till always hated the most. Maybe it's because his guardians have never once been kind to him, but he can never see it as anything but the fakeness that it is. It's what some aliens opt for to try to gain their humans' trust, to make them feel secure long enough that they can get them back under control. Where Loop is really trying to be sincere, Till isn't internalizing it. He's letting it wash over him until such a moment that he can either get out of here, or Loop decides he isn't fun anymore and either shoots him dead, or turns him over to the authorities.
Though Till hasn't yet gotten up off the ground (he doesn't feel confident or safe enough, like he might just get knocked back down again if he did), so instead he'll turn his head enough to look up at them out of one eye. And that one eye...
He's like a caged animal. Like a tiger having been kept in captivity for years, poked and prodded until he can't take much more.]
...you know who I am. Don't be stupid.
[Well. Loop doesn't, but as far as Till is concerned, his face is plastered on every billboard, in every aliens' home. Nobody doesn't know who Till is. Everyone knows him. Luka. Ivan. Mizi. Sua....]
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Though Till hasn't yet gotten up off the ground (he doesn't feel confident or safe enough, like he might just get knocked back down again if he did), so instead he'll turn his head enough to look up at them out of one eye. And that one eye...
He's like a caged animal. Like a tiger having been kept in captivity for years, poked and prodded until he can't take much more.]
...you know who I am. Don't be stupid.
[Well. Loop doesn't, but as far as Till is concerned, his face is plastered on every billboard, in every aliens' home. Nobody doesn't know who Till is. Everyone knows him. Luka. Ivan. Mizi. Sua....]