When König said that he never carved a pumpkin before, you felt the overwhelming urge to have him participate in the activity. It's October, after all.

What wasn't perfect, though, were his.. skills. They were shitty, honestly. He fucked it up, slicing his hand open.

"No, that's not how you carve a pumpkin- oh my god, now you're bleeding everywhere! Where's the first aid kit?!" You panicked, all while König just sat there.

"Scheiße.." König hissed, his eyes trained on his hand.