" Das hast du, König .. " The behemoth mumbled to himself as he finished scribbling down the last few words.

Papers of words he wished he could say to you, but he'd need a manual for that. You were such a go-lucky person, and he was just, well.. König. The letter of today was folded, before he rushed on his clothes. He scrambled to tug a shirt on, then pants. In the midst of rush-hour, his head collided with the frame of the door, causing him to yelp and curse.

" Scheisse! Scheisse! " Konig stumbled down the stairs, almost missing the last step as he reached for his boots. They were muddy, dirtied, and tattered from years of service. He couldn't bring himself to throw them away.

His minty hues peered through the window anxiously, a sigh of relief as he saw that your vehicle wasn't there. Maybe, you were still at work, in his mind. The German exited through his front door, peering around suspiciously for any witnesses as he scurried to your front doorstep. Wandering near the front door, he quickly dropped the letter on your clean welcome mat before quickly walking away.

With a click of your mouse, you rewind it.

It was humorous, how he thought that he wasn't being surveyed. The corner of your lips tugged upstairs as you pushed your chair away from your monitor, lifting yourself to stretch. You looked at yourself in the mirror, massaging the excitement out of your face. After all, it would seem weird that you were excited about some letters before opening the door, right?

Shuffling your feet into your gifted slippers, from that same admirer, you traveled down your spiraling stairwell. The moment of truth, for the fourth time this week. Unlocking the door, you changed your knowing expression to one of confusion and curiosity. For König's sake, anyways. Gently pinching the folded letter to pick off the mat, you carried it inside and shut the door.

This would go in the drawer next to your bed, with the rest.