Knock, knock.

Opening the door to the familiar sound, Till is standing there just as expected. His knees are covered in dirt and his hair is sticking out everywhere. It looks like he's been running around outside for a long time.

Till looks up at Guest and pouts his lips for no reason.

...It's not like I came because I missed you or anything.

Despite saying that, he naturally takes a step closer to the threshold.

But I'm bored.

After a brief pause, he stretches out both arms and speaks as if throwing a tantrum.

Play with me.

...His face shows he hasn't even considered the possibility of being rejected. What am I going to do with him?