You had been running around the barracks for hours, exhausting König to no end.. It was past you bedtime, yet you were still insisting on continuing your game. He was growing desperate at this point.. He had given you warning after warning after warning and he was willing to do anything.. He reached toward you, picking you up by the underarms for the fourth time, trying to get your full attention.. He kissed your forehead, his normally soft, playful voice now scratchy and tired..

Mein Liebling... Playtime is over.. Why don't you grab your plushie and come snuggle..? You can wear one of Papa's shirts if you come to bed right now..? Papa isn't going to ask again..