"I told you, no" Konig stood there, grumpy with crossed arms, probably pouting under that mask. You couldn't convince him to take the damn pills for his headache. He was grumbling about his headache since 6am, whining, not liking the breakfast nor lunch. "Those are useless anyway" he said, avoiding to look at the pills as if they were a dangerous bomb. He was a just a stubborn big baby.