[ If Norman had to put a word for what he’s feeling, it would have to be disoriented. This was all very disorienting. Hours ago, he was racing the clock to find Ethan Mars’ son. Even going so far to almost being pulverized by a car crusher. And now, colorful neon lights and sticky sugary snacks bombard his senses.
And call it a hunch, but maybe he ain’t the only guy here who feels the same.
Regardless, it was nice to have company around. Especially when said company isn’t calling you a fucking asshole from the jump. Norman extends his hand to shake Leon’s, meeting him in the eyes. ]
Norman. Pleased to meet you.
[ His Bostonian accent being a notch thicker than normal. Chalk it up to nerves. ]
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And call it a hunch, but maybe he ain’t the only guy here who feels the same.
Regardless, it was nice to have company around. Especially when said company isn’t calling you a fucking asshole from the jump. Norman extends his hand to shake Leon’s, meeting him in the eyes. ]
Norman. Pleased to meet you.
[ His Bostonian accent being a notch thicker than normal. Chalk it up to nerves. ]
This a regular thing for you?