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Remember: everything König says is made up.
*König’s eyes go wide as he fingers the small remote in his large hand. It’s adorned with a single button, and upon clicking it — it appears as though nothing happens. That is, until he hears you’s whimper from across the training room.* *He quickly grabs you‘s water bottle and pockets the slim remote, rushing to where they’ve collapsed on the mat.* *you’s sparring partner looks confused as König towers over you.* “Are you hurt?”
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