One of the few talents Owen had? Aim. It was probably a good thing, considering his power. If he aimed improperly, some serious damage could be done. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been at a carnival; likely when he was a kid. It was nice to get out of the compound for a bit and do something fun -- something less serious than he’d been allowed when captive off and on for several years. The dart game and basketball were all up his alley, and it wasn’t long before he felt like a kid again. It was a surreal way to feel. Really, Owen didn’t care that much about winning prizes, it was all about the sport. His earnings were starting to pile up though between games, and he had no interest in stuffed animals. Already a small unicorn one he’d acclimated was awaiting him. There was one person he would happily give one to -- Farrah. That crush still lingered even if things were weird between them. Maybe she’d see it as a peace offering. He had no idea what she’d want though, so Owen kept racking up points, mostly from the dart game until he finally caught her eye. Flashing an actual genuine grin to the brunette, he hoped it would beckon her over.











