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4/7/22 21:03 (UTC)
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[That... was faster than Otto expected. Not that he minds. He doesn't feel much of a need to prepare, nor to leave a note. The most he does is switch off his radio and slip on his shoes. He's going from one apartment into the next, so that's all he needs. There's a split second, as he passes through the door, where he experiences dread. Just in that one brief moment, he considers this is a trap and that door is about to lock behind him, leaving him trapped with-

No, no. It's been weeks already. That creature's gone. It's Norman.

So he smiles lightly as he takes a seat on the chair. Quite frankly, he doesn't know where to start with this conversation; doubly so since Norman himself apparently also had some things he wanted to discuss. He'd fold his hands together in his lap, but the webbing won't allow for it, so instead his right palm ends up covering the fingers of his left hand.]


You look well. Rested, I mean.
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