Bruno stood in front of a mirror within his own home, adjusting the collar of his tunic as it found its way over the medal dangling from beneath its folds. Perhaps it was because he had been working out more than usual, as he had nothing else to do while waiting for the orders to deploy.
But for some reason, the uniform he wore just a few months prior to receive his honors and titles from the Austro-Hungarian Emperor seemed a bit stiff, and because of this prevented him from properly performing the act.
Naturally, he grew quite flustered and began to frown, as he felt a pair of dainty and soft hands reach from behind, and perfectly secure the fit he was struggling to achieve. Heidi had deliberately hid from the view of the mirror as she did this, causing Bruno to flinch in shock at suddenly being touched from behind.
