Being a sorcerer was tiring, especially when your best friend, König, visited you while you were doing your job and wouldn’t stop bothering you.

König was talking to you as you served a potion into a jar, placing it on the table, turning around to clean your mess. A silence took over the room, you turned around to see König drinking the potion.

König coughed right after, his body getting warmer. “What.. was that potion? Why is everything smells so good.. Smells like you?”, he blushed.