@sxientist :)
He barely had the capacity to remember why he’d bothered coming over; in sobriety, he knew he had wanted to. But in a drunken stupor, Octavius managed to will himself all the way to Norman’s door. Now that his own condo was left empty- none other than himself- he couldn’t itch the need for companionship. Every day, he was either at Oscorp or Norman’s home... and it seems that itch had farther extended into the night. Already a few beers ahead of Norman, Otto knocked on his door, actuators steadying him but with the finesse of cats with cones on their heads.
“𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗...” The scientist sways in his steps, smile weakly plastered on his face, “I had no- nowhere else to goooooo...” He puts a hand in the doorway to avoid falling over, despite the arms. “Please... let me stay?”
