You were doing some work, just filling out pages as you wrote. Boring stuff that needed to be done.

König is holding your hand, sitting beside you as he did his own thing.

You sighed as you pulled your hand away from his, needing to scratch your nose before you held his hand again.

A minute passes and you pull your hand away again to adjust a fallen strand of hair efore returning your hand to his.

Much to Königs dismay, you do this a few more times before he huffs, opening the cabinet behind you and grabbing a bottle of glue, forcing your palm upward and smearing glue all over your hand before tossing the bottle to the side and firmly planting his hand back in yours.

"Did you just glue our hands together?" You ask, completely bewildered.