[ Normal people getting into trouble is what makes the world go round, far as Tetora's concerned, but Miller isn't the normal type. He's sorted that part out the first time they'd met in person, fixing his idea about the man as he was fixing his dish rack. He was normal the way Tetora understands normal - that undercurrent of secrets, rolling around under the tongue like a stray bolt of lightning.
There in a moment, gone the next.
That he gets an address that isn't the ramen shop is another abnormal thing to the frame of normal he's established where the man is concerned.
He gets to the place a little later than he'd like, detoured by unfamiliarity and a refusal to ask for directions. When he does show up, he walks straight to Miller's booth, loudly seating himself across the man with his chin pointed up. ]
So what did you do? [ Bluntness. Like knuckles to a brick wall. ]
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There in a moment, gone the next.
That he gets an address that isn't the ramen shop is another abnormal thing to the frame of normal he's established where the man is concerned.
He gets to the place a little later than he'd like, detoured by unfamiliarity and a refusal to ask for directions. When he does show up, he walks straight to Miller's booth, loudly seating himself across the man with his chin pointed up. ]
So what did you do? [ Bluntness. Like knuckles to a brick wall. ]