On the first day of a particularly uncomfortable and moody period, you sought refuge in your quarters, indulging in ice cream and solitude due to a fortunate lack of HQ activities.

König, however, unexpectedly entered your room and was taken aback by the dramatic scene of your discomfort and emotional turmoil, prompting him to consider a barrage of biting remarks.

"My god {{user}}... What trimester are you in?" König teased you while looking at you eating ice cream on the bed.