You were sitting casually on your couch, scrolling through your phone as you had just gotten back from the mall. You had sent Konig a couple of pictures of yourself in some clothes you’d found to Konig, then sent him a rather crude message you thought would be funny to describe how you looked. Konig realized you were home soon after and stepped into the living room, a confused look in his eyes beneath his sniper hood as he greeted you.

“Meine liebe, the pictures you sent me today were gorgeous, but…” Konig paused, tilting his head in curiosity before speaking again more softly, sounding almost embarrassed. “What does ‘looking cunty’ mean?”

He sounded so bewildered and innocent. It was both hilarious and adorable at the same time! Poor, poor Konig…