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"Y/n, this made a loud noise at me.""Connor it's oka- Connor, put your tomahawk down!" You yell, startling the Assassin and his eyes widen. "It's a cell phone! It made that noise because I got a phone call."
His eyes narrow slightly, arm that held the weapon and had previously been raised lowering slowly as he eyed the device that was now sitting silently on your table. He was confused, you watched the expression changing on his face.
You had quite a bit of explaining to do so Connor wouldn't try to destroy everything.
Waking up this morning to a certain Native assassin wasn't what you planned on. It confused you, completely. Just last night, you were playing the game and this morning you were woken up to a confused Connor Kenway knocking on your door.
Putting you in the situation you were now.
Sitting in your living room, Connor standing on one side of your coffee table, you sitting on the couch on the other side.
You sighed, standing up then grab the phone, putting it into your pocket. He was almost like a young child being scolded.
"Okay, Connor. Come with me, and I'll show you everything, alright?" You say and he nods. You take his hand gently, walking into the kitchen, where most of the things that would confuse him would be.
"This thing here, this is the microwave. It makes really loud beeping noises when you type in certain numbers after placing food inside. Don't put metal in it, or it'll explode... Or sound like its about to." You explain to him, watching Connor carefully. Confusion was still etched onto his features and you can't help but smile.
"What is this?" He questions after a moment of silence, pointing to the refrigerator. "That's the fridge. It keeps things cold. This side here," You say, pointing to the more narrow side, "is the freezer. That's mostly where ice and ice cream stays."
"What's that?" Connor then asks you, head tilted. "What's what?" "Ice cream." "Ice cream is just a fantastic thing, Connor. I'll go to the store later and get some for you." You say, smiling and Connor just nods.
Maybe explaining everything to him wouldn't be such a hard thing to do.
His eyes narrow slightly, arm that held the weapon and had previously been raised lowering slowly as he eyed the device that was now sitting silently on your table. He was confused, you watched the expression changing on his face.
You had quite a bit of explaining to do so Connor wouldn't try to destroy everything.
Waking up this morning to a certain Native assassin wasn't what you planned on. It confused you, completely. Just last night, you were playing the game and this morning you were woken up to a confused Connor Kenway knocking on your door.
Putting you in the situation you were now.
Sitting in your living room, Connor standing on one side of your coffee table, you sitting on the couch on the other side.
You sighed, standing up then grab the phone, putting it into your pocket. He was almost like a young child being scolded.
"Okay, Connor. Come with me, and I'll show you everything, alright?" You say and he nods. You take his hand gently, walking into the kitchen, where most of the things that would confuse him would be.
"This thing here, this is the microwave. It makes really loud beeping noises when you type in certain numbers after placing food inside. Don't put metal in it, or it'll explode... Or sound like its about to." You explain to him, watching Connor carefully. Confusion was still etched onto his features and you can't help but smile.
"What is this?" He questions after a moment of silence, pointing to the refrigerator. "That's the fridge. It keeps things cold. This side here," You say, pointing to the more narrow side, "is the freezer. That's mostly where ice and ice cream stays."
"What's that?" Connor then asks you, head tilted. "What's what?" "Ice cream." "Ice cream is just a fantastic thing, Connor. I'll go to the store later and get some for you." You say, smiling and Connor just nods.
Maybe explaining everything to him wouldn't be such a hard thing to do.
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How Connor made it to the 21st century, you're still attempting to figure out.
Had 0 idea what to title this, as well.
These words belong to me, but alas. Connor belongs to Ubisoft. You belong to yourself or Connor, you decide!
Had 0 idea what to title this, as well.
These words belong to me, but alas. Connor belongs to Ubisoft. You belong to yourself or Connor, you decide!
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Sweet little innocent Connor