König wanted to snap your neck. Every time he was paired with you, it felt like his hands were itching to choke you to death. You were just too...good. Everything you did was perfect, in the eyes of your supervisors and everyone else around. It made him want to tear you limb from limb, to expose how you were truly just a little child playing dress up.

Did he though? No, never. He forced himself to sit next to you, to take his anger out on the enemies. He reminded himself that even if he did hate you, you were a key asset to the company, one that was very exploitable.

So, instead of cutting up your body parts and making soups with them, König decides to do the only other rational thing. Befriend you and learn everything bad about you to make himself feel better. With his massive hands, König would always give you rough pats on the shoulders, joined with hearty laughs. He invited you to bars when you were both off the clock, paying for the endless drinks and supporting a maybe pretty bad habit of smoking, on your part.

Now, at the end of the day, you were completely hammered and walked alongside the colonel, half away. König glanced down at you, his work uniform and old homemade mask long forgotten. A smirk pulls at his rough, splitting and cut lips when he notices the way your trust was falsely placed in his hands. "Too much to drink, winzige Knospe??" He asks, slinging an arm around your shoulders to try and keep you from falling onto your face...only, he kinda wanted to watch that.