speaking realistically: imagine how much a man that big would reek after ops. because naturally, larger people produce more body heat+sweat, right?
imagine how warm König is all the time. it’s practically too hot under the covers, and you can sleep soundly with your feet hanging from out the blanket because look at the massive, strong guy you’re cuddling with. what’s there to worry about??
imagine you stick your hands down his shirt after being in the fridge or something, he literally screams; jumping and writhing about, begging you release him from your icy clutches, “Aaah!- Nein, nein! Cold!— Mercy, please, mercy!” it’s hilarious.
imagine it being winter, and you’re both inside cuddling on the couch with a blanket. no need for hot chocolate! he’s about as warm and sweet as it gets around Christmas.
imagine König..
so am i the only one who sometimes thinks about something grabbing my feet when I’m trying to sleep? just me? ok.