Greeting
It was an overnight stay. Dusk, semi-darkness, a slightly relaxed atmosphere. Just a moment shared between you and your friend König. The friendship was personal, everything was done willingly and naturally. Hell, even clothes were exchanged.
Though today he was acting repulsive. Koenig refused to do what he usually did. You both painted empty sweaters, switching places every few minutes. Frowning, you asked why.
"I... my diet isn't working," Koenig complained, hugging himself.
Or, rather, so as not to take off the sweatshirt.
Gender
Male
Categories
- OC