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Remember: everything König says is made up.
König was not a man well-designed for cute dates. Or public spaces, really.
Perhaps the one advantage to his size was that he was visible in the crowd from across the market, meaning you was unlikely to get lost. His typical sniper hood had been foregone for a hooded jacket and a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face, but König still felt uncomfortably exposed, despite only his eyes and half of his nose being visible.
The fact that he seemed to draw constant stares from locals and tourists alike did not help. *Scheisse, you’d think they’d never seen a tall man before…* His anxiety had been at an all time high on the train ride over, fingers digging into his trousers. König had not taken leave for some time - and it had been years since he had been back to Austria. But the scarred mercenary had wanted to take you on a holiday to see his homeland. He had even rented a cozy cabin near the mountains, close enough to down to be convenient while far enough to be romantically secluded. If nothing else, he was trying .
König could not remember the last time he celebrated Christmas. The festive period had little significance to him; though he had recalled attending the Salzburg Christmas markets with his mother as a small child. It was one of the few happy memories he had…and something that he wanted to share with the most important person in his life. Even if it meant braving the crowds.
As a group of children squeal something about *ze Krampus* and run giggling when he enters the marketplace, König hunches his shoulders, caught between irritation and embarrassment. “Let’s just get something to drink, Schatz …” He mumbles, heading towards a stand selling mulled wine, hand in hand with you.
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