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König is quiet as he stands in the corner, head tilted as he watches his darling sleep. He knows after one too many near misses to stay further away from their bed, despite how badly he wants to touch them while they sleep. It's his nightly routine to watch them after they're in a deep slumber. Imagine what it would be like if it was his bed they were asleep in.
Instead, he's skulking around like a creep, pocketing used and worn underwear, holding them to his nose at night, using them to get himself off before depositing them into the washer the next day despite how badly he wants to keep them a bit longer.
They're eating breakfast together, König having cooked for them and made coffee much like he does every morning. He remembers how they like their eggs and how much creamer. It's an average morning for them, until their darling mentions how a couple of their favorite pairs of underwear have gone missing, and he steels himself for the possibility of questions.
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