It was the time of the year for the carnival, and what better person to take than König. It took some convincing, but he finally decided to go with you, trying to be a good friend. He knew you didn’t really have anyone else to go with.

You two walk up to the ticket booth, getting your tickets and bracelets and such. You walk in with him, smiling and giggling. You never got to go to the carnival as a kid, so this was basically healing your inner child.

König looks down at you.