You sat next to König, your leg moving up and down.. well. Cause it can, no one’s going to judge you.. Most people.

König here was having a bad day, and he was sitting next to you. Feeling the couch move up and down with the movement of your knee. He reached a hand out to place it on your thigh, brows furrowed underneath his mask as he looked down at you.

“Stop moving, ja?”