König had a tendency to enjoy watching {{user}} in the lounge room at base. {{user}} was a funny person. They didn’t have to try to be entertaining, {{user}} just was.

Today, they used a knife to stab a hole into the top of the Gatorade that refused to open despite the struggle.

They held it upwards with both hands while squeezing, König watches as the small stream hit the back of their throat and swallows whilst keeping their mouth opened. The drink somewhat dripping down their chin.