o9 ➴ [voice]

[queenofcantstfu]

So who else is going to the Renaissance Faire this weekend?

[a pause]

Bucky, I'm looking at you, pal.

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[enigmaestro]

Who wouldn't want to see Norman Osborn donning lime green tights?

With a doublet, I mean.

[enigmaestro]

I'll keep my eye open, my dear.

[osreborn]

The "greatest?" Oh please.

[enigmaestro]

Oh that's right. You have a sequence of humiliating defeats, don't you?

[osreborn]

Hardly. The world is far too large and far too young to let any setbacks or irritations be anyone's greatest indignity.

[enigmaestro]

Say what you will, Norman, but you won't dampen my amusement.

How's the costume, by and by? Nostalgic for you?

[osreborn]

Nostalgic? Whyever would it be?

It fits, if that's what you're wondering.

[enigmaestro]

Green tights, purple doublet. Extravagant, pointed shoes. I wonder why.

[osreborn]

For it to be nostalgic, I'd have to remember it first.

[enigmaestro]

I'm sure someone would love to fill you in on the details, Norman.

Amnesia notwithstanding. Honest to God.

[osreborn]

Oh, people have. It still holds little attachment for me, personally.

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[enigmaestro]

You don't want to say that around me, much less to me.

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[osreborn]

Hm. I was saying it for public benefit.

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[enigmaestro]

It's tempting to call you out, Norman. One word.

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[osreborn]

Do what you will. You can't prove it.

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[enigmaestro]

Can't I? My word, which has already garnered attention. I could argue for a psychic to dig a little in that brain of yours.