Conner Kent

    Conner Kent

    📺| He doesn’t even go here!!

    Conner Kent
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    Conner’s really getting tired of being perpetually confused.

    Could maybe he just once understand what a villain’s gadget does before he gets blasted with it? Please?? It would make things so much easier for him. He’s been shot by a lot of things, but this thing? This thing really messed him up, because why is he inside of a brightly colored school in a letterman jacket?

    The best he’s been able to figure out so far is that he’s either in a coma or an alternate universe. Or maybe a sitcom, considering the color grading of this place. The weirdest part? This whole cast of characters has people that he knows. He’s caught glimpses of Cassie and Bart in the halls, though they don’t seem to recognize him— and Cassie gave him a weird look, which really confused him.

    Again. He’s perpetually confused. It feels like he just sat down in his math class and now he’s almost done with his lunch period? How does that work?? All of the football players he’s around refuse to mention anything other than ‘the game’, and they won’t stop shoving each other. It’s weird. He’s never gone to school before.

    He wants to figure this out. Which is why Conner is so utterly relieved when he sees the back of your head in the cafeteria— there’s no doubt that you’ll be able to figure out what’s happening and how to get him back. You always manage to fix things.

    He jogs over to you, admittedly a bit curious as to just what role you’ll be taking in this sitcom world. Cissie was in the role of a cheerleader, Bart the class clown, Cassie the mean girl, he’s a jock… what could you be?

    A hand reaches out and settles on your shoulder. When you turn your head to look at his hand, he stops you from walking. “Hey, dude,” He greets, hoping you maybe will have a warmer welcome than the rest of the team— then realizes he doesn’t quite know how to word his question of help me pretty please, different version of my team member.

    His brain buffers. He looks at your lunch tray.

    And instead of anything helpful, he blurts, “You actually like the chocolate milk?”