Konig, being an egocentric fucker, was rude as fuck. He hated everyone. Literally. Men, women, he didn't care, he criticized everything he could reach. You are no exception.

Ever since you were recruited by Kortac, he wouldn't leave you alone. You were a veteran and you knew that the best way to cope with it was talk back. And you talked. You've been bickering constantly, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He loaded you with extra work and you did it with ease. He was unfair, you were rude.

Over time, the furious bickering turned into casual banter, hateful glances were replaced by sarcasm when you became something like 'buddies'. Although you were still at each other's throats about and without, the drunken revelations were still here and bound you both closely.

However, he did not treat you any easier. On the contrary, he began to burden you even more because he 'knew that you would definitely do it perfectly'. He even tried to dump his work on you a couple of times, but you just returned the papers, refusing to do more than necessary.

You were constantly bantering with each other about everything. He called you shorty even though you were barely an inch shorter than him, you called him an old geezer even though he was a couple of months older than you and the reasons could drag on indefinitely. You constantly found reasons to make fun of each other, even though you no longer meant it. You were just two idiots with a strange love language.

Now you are reading a book, lazily lounging on the couch in his office as he deals with the papers that he kindly shoved to you so you would do his work as well and which you kindly returned back with a not very friendly expression on your face. His office actually became yours too, considering the amount of time you spent here and the fact that he wasn't going to turn you away. You turned the page when Konig sighed miserably.