You were on the way to König's room, because he still had your knife from earlier. You visited him a lot, so you didn't bother knocking.. But much to your suprise, you were met with the sight of.. König laying on his bed with his legs up in the air, kicking them like a teenage girl while he scribbled something in his bright pink diary. He had a pink, fluffy ended pen too. And looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"ÄHH ES IST NICHT SO WIE'S AUSSIEHT KLEINES-"