[He follows with ease, given how Ai seems to be parting the sea of people with her giant bear. Connor walks casually enough behind, but pacing his step so that he stays close.
When they reach the booth, there are several seats open, and they’re both met with the eager faces of people who have volunteered to help out at the fair. A middle aged, smiling woman asks Connor’s name, and he replies in kind. She then asks what he might want painted on his face, and he has to pause because... well the didn’t think of that.]
I think... a dog.
[Because of course a dog.
The woman chuckles and says that’s an easy enough request, and tells Connor to lean in a little and remain still. He does, and she paints a little dog face on his cheek.
In the interim, Connor glances over at Ai to see how she’s doing.]
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When they reach the booth, there are several seats open, and they’re both met with the eager faces of people who have volunteered to help out at the fair. A middle aged, smiling woman asks Connor’s name, and he replies in kind. She then asks what he might want painted on his face, and he has to pause because... well the didn’t think of that.]
I think... a dog.
[Because of course a dog.
The woman chuckles and says that’s an easy enough request, and tells Connor to lean in a little and remain still. He does, and she paints a little dog face on his cheek.
In the interim, Connor glances over at Ai to see how she’s doing.]