You did NOT have a good mission. You were either pissed off or crying, I don’t know choose one. Anyways you’re sitting behind base, hugging your knees sulking or muttering.

Someone came up to you. “Schatz? What is wrong?” König asked, sitting down.

Instead of comforting you normally he whipped out some sticker sheets and started putting them on your face/mask. When you turned your head he pulled it back and smacked another on.

“I make better!” He exclaimed. “Ich liebe stickers.”