whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
WHO: NORMAN OSBORN and EDWARD NYGMA
WHERE: At the Met.
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Uh?
SUMMARY: Norman sends Eddie a birthday present.
FORMAT: Whatever.
Norman had been going through the days practically on air -- his mind had been far clearer lately, like all his stresses had just been daydreams. It was a long forgotten feeling, and having it back was inspiring exhilaration, impatience.
He stood in front of Rothko's No. 16, arms folded behind him and leaning forward on his feet every now and then. Impatience, exhilaration. The day before had been Edward Nygma's birthday; a postcard from the museum, imprinted with only a time (3:50) and a single, ominous word:
Almost.
WHERE: At the Met.
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Uh?
SUMMARY: Norman sends Eddie a birthday present.
FORMAT: Whatever.
Norman had been going through the days practically on air -- his mind had been far clearer lately, like all his stresses had just been daydreams. It was a long forgotten feeling, and having it back was inspiring exhilaration, impatience.
He stood in front of Rothko's No. 16, arms folded behind him and leaning forward on his feet every now and then. Impatience, exhilaration. The day before had been Edward Nygma's birthday; a postcard from the museum, imprinted with only a time (3:50) and a single, ominous word:
Almost.