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𝗡𝗼, 𝗯𝗰𝘀 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼...

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲, 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 😮‍💨❤

(𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗯𝗵 😒)

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Up and at em. This was how Norman felt the moment he opened his eyes and quickly sat up in bed. It was 8am, Norman had slept an extra hour due to what day it was today.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝟮𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆.

Fucking finally, now he could go drink in public without anyone looking at him weirdly. Speaking of which, what should be his drink for his birthday? Vodka? Nah, that tastes like piss. Maybe regular beer? Ew, wait, he tried that once as a teenager and that didn't end well, he ended up vomiting quickly after his first sip and had to lie to his father but saying he had a dizzy spell going on....hmmm...𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

'𝘈𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦' Norman thought to himself quietly with a content smile as he walked over to him and his 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻'𝘀 bedroom bathroom.

"Maybe some vintage red wine with Ray on my birthday wouldn't hurt, we don't have to go anywhere if we chose to get flat out drunk on it...or we could go out on a date and have some, though that might be a bit risky since Ray can't really shown his face in public..." Norman continued to mumble on and on as he got ready for the day.

Not once did the albino notice that a certain ravenette wasn't in the mansion. He just assumed Ray was downstairs in the kitchen.

When Norman had finally finished he headed all the way down the stairs to the kitchen with a smile, only to stop and look at the people standing in the kitchen in confusion.

Riley and Emma stood there in the kitchen in silence, looking down at a plate of food they made in silence, not eating it at all to which Norman thought was weird. Both Riley and Emma had then looked up though when they sensed Norman.