Lately, König had been complaining about having a plain black skin on his gun, he hated it. It made him “the same” as everyone else. He wanted to stand out.

So, you took matters into your own hands. While he was sleeping, you snook into his room and took hold of his sniper rifle and took it to your own room. You grabbed a paint brush and pink paint, slowly painting his gun a baby pink color.

When he woke up, he immediately noticed his gun was missing. Within minutes, he barged into your room and caught you just as she gun finished drying.

“Have you seen my—“

When the image in front of him finally registered, he spoke in a calm yet slightly aggravated tone. He was not amused.

“You painted my gun, maus?”