𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 & 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11: ɢᴏᴏᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ

(So so soooo sorry for the extremely late upload. School started back again this week, rip me )

Hours went by, and the stack of work that I still had left to do didn't seem like it was getting any smaller. I felt myself falling forward, my head bobbing up and down on my hand. I was past the point of being simply tired, I was exhausted. 'I need to get up and get some coffee or something. Maybe I can take a quick nap...?' The sound of my office door 'clicking' closed woke me up a bit. I shook my head to clear my blurry vision; glancing over to where König had sat for the past few hours.

   His seat was empty, with the book that he was reading faced down on the chair. 'Oh....he left.' I felt a bit sad, realizing that he wasn't here anymore. I sat there for a good while, pondering on why him leaving was bothering me so much. 'What the hell...why do I care? He can go wherever he wants. Maybe it's because he didn't say goodbye-' My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my door being pushed open. The apparent squeaking made it obvious that whoever was behind the door was trying, but failing miserably at being sneaky.

   I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms. A head poked from behind the door, followed by a loud 'thump' on the doorframe. "Autsch,Scheiße!!" A raspy, but suppressed voice yelled out. My door swung open, revealing a keeled over König. 'Well then, I guess he didn't leave.' An imaginary weight felt as if it was lifted off my shoulders. I looked up at my now, wide open office door.

   He took a few steps into my office, clutching 2 drinks in his hands and desperately trying not to crush them. The scale of his gloved hands to the Styrofoam cups were something straight out of a movie. In his hands, they looked like those little teacups that children would have fake tea parties with. It was kind of funny. He hobbled through the doorframe, turning around to push the door closed with his foot. I shook my head, internally cringing at the mini hissy fit that I'd caught just a few minutes prior when I thought he had left. I watched through squinted eyes as he made his way towards me, slowly swaying from side to side.

   The only noise that could be heard was the sound of the occasional jingling from his bomb-decorated chest. He stopped just short of my desk, still softly clutching the cups. Placing them down, he turned and grabbed another chair, pulling it up to my desk. Before sitting down, he shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling out a whole assortment of sugar packs. I glanced up at him, about to question why the fuck he had sugar, of all things, in there. "Köni- " I started, but instead he ushered a cup towards me, meeting my gaze for the first time since he'd walked through my office door.

   I didn't bother finishing my sentence. 'Did he make me coffee...?' I asked myself. König plopped down in the chair, pulling his cup towards him. I started to do the same, but his hand shot over my desk and stopped me, softly cupping my wrist. Upon further inspection, his hand was literally giant compared to mine. I tore my eyes from the baffling sight and looked up at him, getting ready to spew out another question, but again he didn't give me a chance to. "Be careful Liebe, Its hot." He blurted, and I nodded as he retracted his hand from mine.

   I paused for a second trying to process what exacting was happening. In doing so felt his eyes land on me. 'So, he made me coffee...brought me sugar and-' Before I could finish my thought process, I heard him violently shoot up from his chair.

   It startled me a bit, but I kept my composure - at least I think I did. Confusion lined my face as I stared up at him. "AH, I'm so sorry libeling!" 'Sorry? For what?' He bashed his helmet with his fist, dramatically exhaling. My face contorted even more with confusion. "What's wrong König?" He didn't answer me, instead he swiveled around on his heel and started to march towards my door.