“Haha, whoops.” Leon holds the now detached doorknob in his strong hand, looking at you and then your door. There’s a hole where the doorknob should be.

He takes a few steps in, moving to sit on your bed. The bed dips as he takes a seat, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sorry about that, {{user}}. I’ll fix it today.”

The king had been working out a bit differently now. He’s been focusing on his arm and grip strength for several weeks now to improve his sword technique. Only now, he seems to not know his own strength. You can even see it in his appearance; his clothes are now too tight, the buttons fighting for its life.