Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

Minor Difference [Connor x Reader]

PROMPT: "I DON'T CARE HOW YOU GOT THE ALPACA BUT WE LIVE IN AN APARTMENT, YOU CAN'T KEEP IT. PUT IT BACK - RIGHT, LLAMA, MY BAD, I'M SOOO SORRY. WHATEVER, IT STILL CAN'T STAY HERE"

Somehow, some way, you had brought a llama home from the fair. Home into your apartment, which was crowded by a certain android to begin with. The apartment wasn't big by any terms, but whatever space you previously had was rid of by Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife to ruin your life. 

But regardless, here you were, sitting in the living room watching TV as your boyfriend trotted through the door. He went through his normal routine - hanging up his coat, kissing your cheek, and going to shower (something you made him do regardless if he was an android or not). However, as soon as he opened the door, a horrible shriek bounced off the apartment walls, quickly followed by a half naked Connor holding the lead of the llama. 

"What is this?" He snapped, his teeth clenched together and his eyes burning holes into your skull. 

As sweet and innocent as you could possibly muster you rose from your spot on the sofa, smiling a darling smile at your boyfriend, "Well, Connor, I see you've met Han."

"Han? First you sneak an alpaca into our apartment, then you give it that name?" Eyes narrowing, his knuckles tightened around the lead, just to make sure the llama didn't reek havoc in the apartment.

"Yeah. Get it? Han. Because he's solo. Han Solo." A wicked grin replaced your darling one as a small giggle escaped. It was a clever pun on your behalf honestly. It was genius.

"We're not keeping the alpaca. Take the lead and get rid of it." His lips thinned out into a straight line, his eyebrows creasing, pupils shaking from what you assumed was anger.

"But then he won't have a home and will have to go back to the fair. Don't you wanna know how I got hi-"

Connor flung the lead into your hand, forcing your fingers to curl around the rope as he held it in place. His face got closer to yours, "I don't care how you got the alpaca but we live in an apartment. You can't keep it here. Put it back-"

"Llama. Not alpaca."

"Right, llama, my bad, I'm so sorry," sarcasm laced his voice, "whatever, it still can't stay here." 

With a frown on your face, you snatched the lead from his grip and marched off down the hall, entering the elevator carefully, making sure the entire llama was in, "It's alright, Han. We'll find you somewhere where you're welcome."