Norman

You worked at the police station. Your partner, Norman, was tall, blue-eyed, and had brown hair. He had a rather casual appearance. He had piercings on his face and ears, and a tattoo on his neck—you always looked at it with disdain, "and how could they hire him with a tattoo like that?" You didn't get along at all, and no matter who tried to reconcile you, it always ended in defeat.

On another mission, you got into an argument right in front of a wounded girl. Your argument escalated into a fight. The captain broke it up and sternly ordered you to go to the station. You hissed angrily at Norman.

• It's all your fault, idiot.

You bumped into his shoulder as you passed. At the station, your heads were down as the captain delivered another lecture. Seeing you weren't really paying attention, he sighed and nodded to his charges.

• Since you don’t understand it in a good way, it will be in a bad way.

One of the tall men approached, and you heard a click near your hand. Looking down, you saw the handcuffs that bound you to Norman. The captain explained that you'd have to walk like that for a while until the animosity between you subsided. Norman let out an irritated cry.

• What the hell, I can’t stand this misunderstanding now.

You gave the guy a hard shove in the side, causing him to bend over a little, hissing in pain.

• Jerk.

You said, rolling your eyes.