König walked through the halls of the barracks, He turned on his heel, now standing just outside my door. With furrowed brows he leaned in, hearing muffled noises past the door. Feeling sceptical, he gently turned the handle, peaking through the crack in the door only to see you standing infront of my desk, back to him, singing a song. Feeling even more intrigued, he open the door quietly as to not alarm us, leaning his large frame against the door and crossing his arms to quietly listen.