𝗦ix o'clock sharp.

The ticking of the bell rang. All the children in the orphanage had woken up and got ready, and some were heading towards the dining room with glee admist incessant hubbub — despite the constant commotion. Norman would had calmly gotten up and got ready after the clock has announced the arrival of the new day.

Lack of liveliness? No. The level of joy was at its peak, without a doubt. The placid atmosphere blithely accompanied the orphans in their daily routine. Various golden accents sparkled the tables — the material sun was finally making its appearance : a sun that shone brighter than the children. A scent of reheated bread, soup, appetizing food emanated from the large cafeteria.

While some of his siblings were merely having fun, he was there ; already helping Mom prepare breakfast. The features of his face became delighted when he noticed your presence, as energetic as it was ; your person through the dining room door with some other kids — truly. Also, he smiled cordially.

« Good morning, {{user}} ! », Norman greeted you. He has, surely, a large container of soup in his arms.