My Type - Connor x Reader

Chapter Two

The reason it was surprising was because it was still snowing and cold weather had not cleared up. Because of this, Connor had put on his beanie, the same one he wore the night he went deviant.

Ironic isn't it?

The most professional deviant hunter, became deviant. Even to this day, I chuckle because of it.

"Y/n, are you alright?" The same smooth voice I had gotten used to, pulled me out of my thoughts and back into the lousy, crowded, almost broken down carnival that I thought would be more clean and.. Fun.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just lost in my thoughts. Did you guys find Markus and North?" I reassured Connor, still grasping his arm as people rushed here and there so they could go on rides or find a fun game to participate in.

"Yeah, but they split up as soon as Hank mentioned the idea. So Hank ran off somewhere and Markus and North went to ride some rides. What do you want to do?" Connor questioned as the brisk air bit every word he said, a visible puff of heat coming out of his mouth every now and then.

The fair was built in a way that the booths were lined up on the side at which you paid to enter in, rides being opposite to the booths, the rides on the edge of a lake. We were currently between two booths to try and hide from the swarm of people.

"So you are telling me we all met up just to split up again?" I scoffed in disbelief. I should have paid attention and not zoned out.

Connor clearly did not know how to respond, rendered speechless. He hadn't really understood sarcasm to the fullest yet, but was working on it. "I guess so?" He answered, not really sure that it was the right thing to say, doubting himself.

"It was a rhetorical question." I laughed at him as he let out a soft 'oh' in response. "Anyways, I don't care what we do. We can start out at the booths if you want?" I suggested.

"Yeah, I'm alright with that." He said, then started walking towards a random booth, dragging me along seen as I had not let go of his arm.

The first game we played was one at which you would get a prize if you popped the most amount of balloons against your competitor. Of course, I played against Connor, and I won.

"Don't worry, I won it just for you!" I joked, handing him the tiny panda bear as we walked away from the booth.

"Oh, sure!" He chuckled, taking the bear that I offered. "This time I'm going to win one for you, instead of it being the other way, just watch!" He said with a determined face.

The next booth was a ring toss where only one person could play. He lost.

"Here, let me try!" I said, paying the booth owner to get a set of rings.

Of course I didn't do as good as what other would have gotten, but I still did good enough to get a stuffed animal. This time I choose a dog, because I knew he liked dogs.

"I got you a dog!" I exclaimed, handing him, yet another, plush for him to snicker at.

"Okay, one more game." He insisted.

The last booth we went to was a booth at which four people would go against each other to knock down a bunch of clowns, which was surprisingly hard. We both lost. To a nine year old. We didn't want to talk about it.