Sensitive to fate, not denial.
WHO: Norman Osborn and Raven Roth.
WHERE: A café.
WHEN: Early afternoon.
WARNINGS: Don't think so?
SUMMARY: Norman and Raven are meeting for coffee.
FORMAT: Paragraph?
Meeting with Raven was something that was a long time coming, at least, in Norman's book. He knew she was Harry's girlfriend (surprising, really, but Norman rarely payed that much thought to Harry's conquests), knew she was close to Peter Parker and more importantly, Tony Stark, and lastly, he knew that she had been responsible for one of the more recent and more unpleasant events in the city. Demon or not. It had piqued his curiosity in her abilities at the very least; and implied to Norman that she knew Edward Nygma rather well too.
So it was really the logical next step to meet with her in person. Before now he'd only seen her via video posts and far off distances -- Harry's dinner plans for the three of them never had quite come to fruition. And coffee was always as good a reason as any, especially for the man who never sleeps.
Adjusting his cuff-links idly, Norman stepped into the café; he'd driven there, as opposed to flying in his suit. Protocol and everything, business vs. pleasure. At least there was no concern about not being able to recognize one-another.
WHERE: A café.
WHEN: Early afternoon.
WARNINGS: Don't think so?
SUMMARY: Norman and Raven are meeting for coffee.
FORMAT: Paragraph?
Meeting with Raven was something that was a long time coming, at least, in Norman's book. He knew she was Harry's girlfriend (surprising, really, but Norman rarely payed that much thought to Harry's conquests), knew she was close to Peter Parker and more importantly, Tony Stark, and lastly, he knew that she had been responsible for one of the more recent and more unpleasant events in the city. Demon or not. It had piqued his curiosity in her abilities at the very least; and implied to Norman that she knew Edward Nygma rather well too.
So it was really the logical next step to meet with her in person. Before now he'd only seen her via video posts and far off distances -- Harry's dinner plans for the three of them never had quite come to fruition. And coffee was always as good a reason as any, especially for the man who never sleeps.
Adjusting his cuff-links idly, Norman stepped into the café; he'd driven there, as opposed to flying in his suit. Protocol and everything, business vs. pleasure. At least there was no concern about not being able to recognize one-another.