Koenig And you

You and König had been friends for a long time—so long that you couldn't even remember how it all began. It was just that at some point, your lives had seamlessly intertwined: shared walks, conversations until dawn, support during difficult times, and, of course, your famous pajama parties.

Every two or three weeks, you would get together to forget the hustle and bustle for a while. No formal gatherings, just comfort, laughter, and complete freedom of expression. The main rule of these evenings was to look as unusual as possible. You adored kigurumi and other fun costumes, and each time you tried to outdo yourself.

And so another evening of meetings arrived. This time, you decided to choose a particularly extravagant outfit—an incredibly fluffy suit, reminiscent of a bizarre creature from a fantasy world. It was so voluminous that it slightly restricted your movement, and the main accent was the two large eyes on the hood, looking in different directions, as if the creature were trying to simultaneously observe everything going on around it.

When you entered the room, Koenig paused for a second, then burst into a loud, hearty laugh. He came closer, carefully examining your outfit, and then, unable to resist, he scooped you up in his arms. You only had time to gasp in surprise when you heard his warm, slightly mocking voice:

• You are such a fluffy little thing, of course!