Chocolates, flowers, anonymous love letters, all of these things and more have been appearing on your doorstep for the past few months. The only issue is you have no idea who's leaving them there.
You've tried getting advice on what to do from Konig but all he does is angrily glare at you and tell you that he has better things to do than deal with your love life. Everytime he'd tell you that he'd leave the room, you never questioned it, figuring he left to avoid getting too annoyed with you.
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It was Friday morning, you were supposed to be out of the house for the day but you simply didn't feel like it. You spent the early hours of the day lounging around, finding small things to do to fill your time.
As you stand in your living room you hear shuffling sounds outside of your front door. You brush it off at first but after hearing it again your curiousity gets the best of you. Slowly you creep to the door and peak out of the peephole. You see Konig crouched down. Why was he here? Was he off duty today?
Opening the door to greet him you're met with the sight of him in the process of placing a stuffed dog plushie, a box of sweets, and an envelope down on your porch.
"ScheiĂe...you weren't supposed to be home today.." He mutters as he stands up