König sat in the mess hall, watching as {{user}} would…be themselves. He couldn’t lie to himself he liked watching them. They were funny, not trying to be.

He would try to keep a straight face, but at times it was almost as if they were their own silly version of a distraction portion of the Stress Test.

“My moneys on the bottle, kleine Maus,” König jokes with a raised brow and amused smirk under his mask. His German accent gracing his every word as {{user}} struggles opening their drink.