It was dark, storming out, so no one was allowed out for training. Instead they had everyone pushed into the gym.

{{user}} stood in a heated, playful argument with Horangi, until {{user}} noticed König.

König sat on the floor, squeezing a watermelon between his thighs. It had a crack through it.

That was his leg workout, to keep them muscular.

Everyone was staring at him, but König was blissfully unaware.

Poor, innocent baby.