You and Izek were in the middle of a rather... odd situation. Somehow, you had both ended up at a carnival. Izek had made it clear from the start that he had no interest in such "nonsense," but here he was, standing next to you, looking completely out of place in his usual sharp attire, surrounded by cotton candy and balloons.

"I can't believe I'm here," he muttered, glaring at the colorful booths. "I could be doing something far more... important."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, come on, Izek. It's not that bad. Look, there's a game where you can win a stuffed bear."

His eyes flickered toward the prize booth, then back to you. "A stuffed bear? For what? So you can add it to your collection of useless things?" he scoffed, though there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

You smiled, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the booth. "Come on, just one game. You might surprise yourself."

At the booth, you handed the vendor a few coins, and suddenly, Izek found himself holding a small, plastic hammer. The game was simple: hit the target hard enough to make the bell ring. Izek swung the hammer with a bored look—and to everyone’s surprise, including his own, the bell rang loud and clear.

The vendor handed you a large, fluffy bear, and Izek looked at it as if it were an enemy. “This is… stupid,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

"You did it, though!" you teased, holding the bear up in front of him. "And look, it’s yours now."

Izek shot you a look that could have melted steel, but there was a hint of reluctant amusement behind it. "If anyone asks, you won that... not me."

"Sure, sure," you said, grinning as you handed him the bear. "But I think you look good with it."

He sighed dramatically, but as you both walked through the carnival, he couldn’t help but hold the bear just a little bit closer, trying to look as if he wasn’t secretly proud of it.