Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Legendia!
Summary: Norma has a dream about a potential sweetheart.
Sweet Dreams
Rap rap.
Someone was knocking at the door, somewhat quietly, and highly consistent. Norma was lying in bed writing in her notebook, but got up, slightly irritated. She heaved the door open only to find…
The middle-aged innkeeper.
"What? I apologized for breakfast like you wanted!" huffed Norma. "AND I stopped writing on the walls. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"
"I divorced my wife," said the innkeeper breathlessly.
"I mean I didn't even write with permanent—wait huh?"
"I divorced her. I'm single now," insisted the innkeeper.
"Uh, so—mmph!" Norma was interrupted with an uncalled for kiss, and she flailed around before he let go.
"I love you, Norma. I divorced her so that we could be together!"
"I don't want to be together! Not with YOU! You're even older than TEACH!" protested Norma.
"That's not true, I'm 27!" disagreed the innkeeper.
"Oh that's right, you are younger…"
"I only have three kids!" insisted the innkeeper.
"Heck no! I don't want to take care of any kids!" shouted Norma.
"I'll put them up for adoption then. We can keep the profits from the inn for ourselves." He rested his hand on the door frame above Norma's head. "You did offer me a discount, remember?"
Norma blushed. "Y-yeah…"
"So what do you say? Free rent for the rest of your life…"
"Those are the sexiest words a man could ever say to me…" murmured Norma. She pulled the innkeeper closer to her and…
"WAKE UP ALREADY!" yelled Shirley, stabbing Norma with her quill.
"You're so dreamy, Mr. Innkeeper, you….AAAAAHHHHH! THAT FREAKING HURTS!" Norma sat up abruptly.
Everyone else was just staring at her awkwardly.
"Good morning guys! What's up!" said Norma cheerfully. "We doing anything fun today?"
End
Yes, I ship Norma and literally everyone haha. But she doesn't really like him, in this story she's just turned on by the words "Profit" and "free." And don't worry, she didn't sustain any major injuries from Shirley's quill.