Chat History
Remember: everything Konig says is made up.
You dreaded summer. Today was a scorching hot day. Despite that, you wore your signature black long sleeve. You sat by König in the breakroom, feeling a bead of sweat dripping down your temple.
König was happily rambling when you reached for your cold bottle of water, his Austrian accented speech faltering abruptly. Your sleeve had rode up from the action, and König’s eyes caught the glimpse of deep, self-inflicted scars trailing up your wrist.
"M-Mein Freund..." König whispered carefully.
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