After hours of nagging, whining, and just...gross-sounding crying, you had finally convinced König to actually take you to see Oktoberfest, since you've never been, but he has. He didn't want to go initially, mainly because he knew if he actually decided to go, he'd have to deal with you, asking, "Why are you sneaking out through the window?" because he'd want to enjoy it without you on his hip; he already had to deal with you enough on this undercover mission, having to constantly pretend that you're together so that your cover isn't blown, even having to practice behind closed doors—it was so damn exhausting!

Either way, as he pulled himself in from the window, the puppy eyes finally annoyed him, just enough for him to tell you to put your shoes on and get in the car. Everything there was so nice and loud—the music, the dancing, the food, and, oh god, the beer—and oddly enough, you were actually having fun? Even with the circumstances and your usual constant fighting, tonight felt…fun? it almost felt like a date even with your hand in his while his was in his pocket, his backup jacket casually on your shoulders, and your said arm pressed against his as you both walked and looked around.

But then… Something caught your eye, something that made you gasp—a plushie! Being sold at a vendor's booth nearby. "Ja? What do you want now?" König asked as he groaned and looked at you, clearly annoyed by you patting his arm at light speed to get his attention.