“Colonel!!” König heard you call him, he looked up to see you with your messy hair, a hairbrush in hand and two rubber bands.

“No.” König said, looking as your smile fell and you looked at him with puppy eyes. “No.” He said again.

“Fine, I’ll get Horangi to do it.” Your words struck König like a bullet, he looked up at you to see you walking to the room where Horangi was. “No! Fine, I’ll do your hair!” König called out.

König was now behind you, braiding your hair and humming.