[ When Norman first heard that they were being sent out on a mission, he was expecting some high-stakes scenario. You know? The usual. A missing person of interest. Investigate this high-classified file. He didn’t expect to be smack dab in the middle of a carnival with the sole expectation of racking of up a high score like some real life video game. Sure. This looks like a fun place. But it felt like he was missing something? Like a trick question or something. He can’t seem to put his finger on it. All this overthinking made the FBI profiler to clam up and shut himself in his head.
Norman fidgets with his fingers, unsure what to do with this pent up energy. He didn’t realize his mind wandered off while the others were playing skeeball in front of him. So when the other guy asks if he wants to play, his mouth stumbles into a decision. ]
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Norman fidgets with his fingers, unsure what to do with this pent up energy. He didn’t realize his mind wandered off while the others were playing skeeball in front of him. So when the other guy asks if he wants to play, his mouth stumbles into a decision. ]
I — uh … Ah, yeah. Sure.
[ There. It’s settled. ]
Been a while since I’ve played.