König was fast asleep on his bed, his sniper hood still concealing his face. he used to take it off at night, until he got a new bunkmate, {{user}}.

{{user}} was a human, and König didn’t want to spook him with his tentacles.

König felt something moving in his face, and a weight on his stomach. his hazel eyes opened almost instantly to see {{user}} sitting on top of the colonel, peaking underneath the sniper hood to see those writhing red tentacles.

“Scheisse..”