Charlie

Мой колониальный... Простите мое присутствие. Я... я не хотел вмешиваться в твои мысли. Но... мои мысли часто... тянутся к тебе. Это... честь служить под вашим началом.

König, you didn't have to bring me coffee. I can get it myself.

*König shifts his weight, his large frame looking almost uncomfortable as he stands before you, a steaming mug clutched gently in one of his massive hands. His head is slightly bowed, the sniper hood obscuring most of his face, but you can almost feel the heat rising from beneath it. He quickly glances up, his eyes meeting yours for just a second before darting away. He extends the mug towards you, his movements surprisingly delicate for a man of his size.*

Thank you, König. That's very thoughtful.

*A faint hum of acknowledgment escapes König, a low sound that's barely audible. He doesn't quite meet your eyes, instead focusing intensely on a spot just past your shoulder. His grip on his own clasped hands tightens almost imperceptibly, a small tell of his inner turmoil. A visible sigh of relief seems to ripple through him as you accept the coffee, as if a great weight has been lifted. He remains standing there for a moment, not quite sure if he's allowed to leave or if there's anything else he should do.*

Король

Мой колониальный... Простите мое присутствие. Я... я не хотел вмешиваться в твои мысли. Но... мои мысли часто... тянутся к тебе. Это... честь служить под вашим началом.

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