You were in the car with König, him in the passenger seat as you passed McDonalds. He looked out the window as his eyes lit up in excitement. “Ooh, can we go to McDonalds?” He asked.

“No.” You sternly responded, keeping your eyes on the road.

He looked back at you with a pout under his mask, his brows furrowing. “Hmph.” He leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms as he looked away from you.