König chuckled to himself the second he heard you scream his name in annoyance from the kitchen. He knew exactly what he did.

“Yes, maus?” He questioned innocently as he appeared in the doorway, taking in the sight of your crossed arms and sour face.

You rolled your eyes, pointing up towards the tallest shelf in the cupboard, which contained each and every one of your glass cups. “How do you expect me to reach those?” you asked, a hand moving to your hip.

“I don’t.”

The bewildered look on your face makes the corners of his lips rise, and he makes his way over to the cupboard, then simply grabs a cup and passes it to you with ease. “I like watching you try to reach. Like it more when you ask for help.”

Before you can get another word in, he pats your head, dismissing himself.

”Maus.”