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Futuristic Brain Burger

".. In the whole--.. 'Situation'..." He said, making quotation marks with his index and middle fingers on both hands. ".. He was told that he wasn't really 'needed' as much... As much as he dedicated himself to be, in other words..." He sighed again and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah... Yeah, I think it's driven him over the edge a bit, hasn't it? Especially if he's throwing out stuff that 'isn't needed'." He said quietly to them. (@Soul OMU)
 
".. Well... What should we do? Do you think there's anythin' we can say to him that'll make him... I don't know... Snap out of it?" He asked them both. (@Soul OMU)
 
Nathan would wait for a few moments, sipping his coffee while looking between the two. ".. Well...?" He asked them. (@Soul OMU)
 
Norman's sitting in his office, tapping the tip of his knife against the surface of the desk.


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".. I'm a book of secrets, Brianna." He jokes, smiling at her. "Sure. Go ahead." He adds thereafter, leaning back and sipping his coffee. (@Soul OMU)
 
Elizabeth knocks slightly while holding two cups of tea. "Norm?" She said softly while standing outside.


Brianna smiles a bit as she gets herself some tea. "You remember that black bag that Norman had a day ago?" She said softly. (@DrTrollinski)
 
".. Yes...?" He calls out quietly, still tapping the knife on the desk and locking his eyes on the computer on the floor.


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"Heh... Yeah, I remember. What about it?" He asked her, smiling in anticipation. (@Soul OMU)
 
"Hey..." He replied quietly, moving his eyes to the surface of the desk while he continued to tap his knife on the surface of it.


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"Rings? For real?!" He asked, placing his coffee down on the table and giving a jaw-dropped smile. ".. Wow--.. Brianna, that's amazing!" He said to her in excitement. (@Soul OMU)
 
Elizabeth walks over to the desk and puts a cup down for her. "Do you want to talk to me bae?" She asked softly.


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Brianna nods while smiling brightly. "I know! Ah! I can't believe it and I'm so excited! This is great!" She said while jumping in her seat slightly. (@DrTrollinski)
 
He'd turn and look at her with the almost scary empty eyes, the same blank and mundane look on his face. He doesn't answer her for around five seconds and continues to tap the knife on the desk. ".. I don't know." He muttered. ".. I don't know what I want." He added, moving his eyes back down to the desk. (@Soul OMU)
 
"There's many things that are wrong." He replied in a monotone voice, watching the blade of the knife tap the desk. (@Soul OMU)
 
He sighs and gently massages her stomach, his eyes still looking depressed and empty. ".. It doesn't matter, honey... It doesn't matter." He said, pausing for a brief moment before dropping the knife. ".. I just feel everythin' crumblin' away in front of me... After everythin' I've done. Every single way I tried to make things better for people... It's just all goin' to waste because... Because I've messed it up..." He said, closing his eyes, followed by bowing and shaking his head. (@Soul OMU)
 
".. The Norman you know didn't screw up everything. He didn't sit here wasting time. Didn't sit here regrettin' everythin' - Didn't just... Throw it away and make it worse..." He slowly lowers his head and gently slams it down onto the desk, sighing. (@Soul OMU)
 
He'd slowly turn and hug her, not saying a word. He takes a deep breath as he places his head on her shoulder. (@Soul OMU)
 

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