[Aw, he appreciates you, Hermann! Of course he won't actually say that when he takes his glasses back, but... Hermann does get a big sloppy grin? That's probably enough.
Aaand the moment is short-lived, because now Newt is scoffing.]
Yes, you've made it very clear that this one tiny little favor is worth the weight of the world. Historians will tell tales of your immeasurable sacrifice for years to come. [Could he be more sarcastic right now? Unlikely.]
You're the one that's been lying awake fretting about me. [Or working? He remembers something about Hermann working on something, but eh. It was probably bunk. Newt's ego says Hermann was up all night worrying. Ergo, it is now fact.]
Anyway, you've could've come with me! That option was always on the table! If you want to blame someone for this, you've really only got yourself to blame. [...] And the security here is bullshit anyway! Like, what's gonna happen? Are three Kaiju gonna stack on top of each other and try to sneak in wearing a trenchcoat? Come on.
[He's laughing at his own joke, which was stupid... And then he's off! In the direction of the dorms! Probably! The Shatterdome looks very samesy and, despite having lived here for five years, navigation has always been a struggle for Newt. Since he's drunk, the odds are stacked against him.
But he wants to prove that he'll figure it out eventually. He always does. Get off his back, dude!]
Whatever. Come on, escort me and stuff.
[He doubles back briefly to paw at Hermann's sleeve before trudging onward, leaving a little trail of water as he goes. He's drippy.]
If this weren't the first time, I'd be inclined to be more understanding. [ Security loathes him as much as they do Newt at this point simply due to association (and there may have been a couple of rescue-Newt-from-the-front-door-staff missions that involved Hermann rambling about their unprofessionalism and threatening to write a complaint). In the unlikely event that Hermann somehow misplaces his own badge, they will most certainly give him some difficulties.
Okay, it wasn't as if he was anxiously twisting his hands and tossing and turning in bed because Newt wasn't back from some back alley bar doing shots of whatever ridiculous concoction was trending in Hong Kong. There was work that Hermann was doing. Granted, it only occupied a small amount of his time, but still. ]
Somebody has to make sure you're alright. [ There. Admittance. Kind of. It's difficult for either of them to ever admit that the other is correct.]
I'm not even going to point out how ridiculous it is to blame me when you're already aware that such an accusation makes no sense. [ He is, however, about to comment on the absurdity of three Kaiju in a trench coat (despite being well aware of the joke), but Newt takes off like a deranged toddler, giggling and hurrying about in a haphazard way. At least he has enough sense to momentarily stop and encourage Hermann to follow; that actually earns a chuckle.
It takes longer than usual to reach Newt's room, but, after a few disputes regarding the correct direction, they've made their way to his door, and now...
Well, Hermann isn't so sure if he's still needed. He's already been accused of babying Newt, and he is worn out, and he knows that he keeps complaining about having to help him, but...]
Can I, ah--get you anything? Water, or perhaps something to eat? You won't be much use if your head is in the toilet all day tomorrow, and something in your stomach will surely help deter that.
[Newt is waving Hermann off with one hand and slapping at his pockets with the other.]
I'll be fine, dude. You're fretting, like, way too hard. You think this is the first time I got a little tipsy on a school night? [He snorts.] Just make sure there's a pot of coffee with my name on it in the morning and I'll be good to, uh... Smooth sailing. What?
[He loses his train off thought as the multitasking proves to be too much. Hm. Weird? He's, like, really sure he stuck his keys in his pocket before he left... A mystery.]
Apparently there's a badge-and-keys-stealing goblin on the loose around here. Someone should probably alert Pentecost. [He's still patting down his pockets like maybe he'll magic them into existence if the wants it badly enough.] Or, like, a janitor or something, at least.
[He glances around. Slim chance, but it's possible he dropped them in the hallway. No dice, though.]
You seen my keys anywhere? Where'd you get my badge from, the lab?
[He stumbles down the weird little dorm door stoop thing and starts off again, this time heading in the direction of the lab. He's still talking to you, Hermann, whether or not you are following?]
Guess if they're not there I can just crash on the couch. I think I got like an extra shirt or somethin'. [He will sleep naked in the lab if it comes down to it, though. Don't test him.
He peels off his jacket, getting a little ahead of himself but desperate to be free from his wet corduroy pants prison. Why does he wear these??]
Maybe I'll sleep in one of them Hazmat suits I never use. Hah.
I believe my concern is perfectly warranted considering that you may blame me come morning if you aren't feeling well.
[ A badge-and-keys stealing goblin.
Right.
Hermann is trying his very best to keep his snippiness at a minimum, but Newt is making it excruciatingly difficult. Of course his keys are also missing. Why wouldn't they be? And of course Hermann is trailing behind him instead of leaving him to face this new endeavor on his own. ]
Your badge was on your desk, but I don't recall seeing a set of keys there. [ If he had, he may have instinctively grabbed onto them as well, just in case.
His nose scrunches at the thought of the lab couch that has been subjected to plenty of abuse between the two scientists. He is almost certain that the mysterious stain on one of the arms is Kaiju blue, while he knows that if he gave a cushion a good thwack with his cane, a cloud of chalk dust would materialize. On particularly rough nights, both have succumbed to exhaustion and have taken short naps on the thing, but he couldn't picture himself willingly stretching out across it for a full night's sleep without fatigue and a deadline dwindling his better judgement. ]
Don't be absurd. I have space in my room. [ And by space, he means the floor, but he has plenty of those terrible military grade blankets to spare. ] And spare clothing as well. I'm sure I have something that'll fit you.
Relax, Hermann. I can't promise I won't be cranky in the morning, and sure, there's a chance I'll take you down with me? But I know this one's, like, on me.
[It's not like Hermann held a gun to his head and made him drink all that beer. The blame game might become more of an issue after their future night on the town, but in the meantime, Hermann's in the clear.
The missing keys, however, are troubling. He pats himself down again as he goes, mentally retracing his steps through the city. Did he leave them at a bar...? Drop them in the street somewhere? Did he even bring them with in the first place? He can't remember.
He's lost in thought for a while there, trying and failing to solve this puzzle, and it takes Hermann saying something about spare clothing to pull him out of it. What??? His head whips around, frowning... But also ticking up an eyebrow.]
You're gonna let me into your room? You know I've been drinking, right? [As if Hermann could forget. But still! This is an unexpected development.]
I'm all wet. I might barf. I'm definitely gonna get "essence of Hong Kong's nightlife" all over your clothes and that's a stink that takes a few washes to get out. And frankly, there's no telling what kind of weird crap I might get up to while you're passed out.
[He's making an amazing case for himself, he knows, but if Hermann is serious about this offer, Newt isn't dealing with buyer's remorse in the morning. He'll be too hungover for that nonsense.]
[ The lopsided pull of his mouth and his crinkled brow wordlessly asks, 'Is that a serious question ?'. This look on his face remains (minus an eye twitch at the whole 'essence of Hong Kong nightlife' bit) as Newt rambles off information that Hermann is already all too well aware of. If he is attempting to pursue him to change his mind, it may just work. ]
If you mean to say that you would prefer the couch, a simple "no" would be an adequate answer. You certainly wouldn't be hurting my feelings. Do try to keep yourself from vomiting on the floor, though. The lab already smells like formaldehyde.
[ That could sound sarcastic. It isn't. Do not throw up on the floor. ]
Unless this is a warning. If that's the case, then you should know that I have an idea of what to expect. I've known you for years, Newton.
[ And they spend nearly every waking moment together. Dealing with his drunk self has been straightforward enough. While it has also been slightly arduous, none of the transpired events have been all that surprising. The actual worst that could happen, he predicts, is that Newt throws up. ]
If you would like to come to my room, you may use the shower and change into a clean set of clothing, and while you do so, I will find you an area to sleep. If not, do enjoy the couch. Whatever you choose, know that I am not continuing this conversation any longer. I am going to bed. [ He turns, then, and sets off back towards the living quarters. ]
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Aaand the moment is short-lived, because now Newt is scoffing.]
Yes, you've made it very clear that this one tiny little favor is worth the weight of the world. Historians will tell tales of your immeasurable sacrifice for years to come. [Could he be more sarcastic right now? Unlikely.]
You're the one that's been lying awake fretting about me. [Or working? He remembers something about Hermann working on something, but eh. It was probably bunk. Newt's ego says Hermann was up all night worrying. Ergo, it is now fact.]
Anyway, you've could've come with me! That option was always on the table! If you want to blame someone for this, you've really only got yourself to blame. [...] And the security here is bullshit anyway! Like, what's gonna happen? Are three Kaiju gonna stack on top of each other and try to sneak in wearing a trenchcoat? Come on.
[He's laughing at his own joke, which was stupid... And then he's off! In the direction of the dorms! Probably! The Shatterdome looks very samesy and, despite having lived here for five years, navigation has always been a struggle for Newt. Since he's drunk, the odds are stacked against him.
But he wants to prove that he'll figure it out eventually. He always does. Get off his back, dude!]
Whatever. Come on, escort me and stuff.
[He doubles back briefly to paw at Hermann's sleeve before trudging onward, leaving a little trail of water as he goes. He's drippy.]
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Okay, it wasn't as if he was anxiously twisting his hands and tossing and turning in bed because Newt wasn't back from some back alley bar doing shots of whatever ridiculous concoction was trending in Hong Kong. There was work that Hermann was doing. Granted, it only occupied a small amount of his time, but still. ]
Somebody has to make sure you're alright. [ There. Admittance. Kind of. It's difficult for either of them to ever admit that the other is correct.]
I'm not even going to point out how ridiculous it is to blame me when you're already aware that such an accusation makes no sense. [ He is, however, about to comment on the absurdity of three Kaiju in a trench coat (despite being well aware of the joke), but Newt takes off like a deranged toddler, giggling and hurrying about in a haphazard way. At least he has enough sense to momentarily stop and encourage Hermann to follow; that actually earns a chuckle.
It takes longer than usual to reach Newt's room, but, after a few disputes regarding the correct direction, they've made their way to his door, and now...
Well, Hermann isn't so sure if he's still needed. He's already been accused of babying Newt, and he is worn out, and he knows that he keeps complaining about having to help him, but...]
Can I, ah--get you anything? Water, or perhaps something to eat? You won't be much use if your head is in the toilet all day tomorrow, and something in your stomach will surely help deter that.
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I'll be fine, dude. You're fretting, like, way too hard. You think this is the first time I got a little tipsy on a school night? [He snorts.] Just make sure there's a pot of coffee with my name on it in the morning and I'll be good to, uh... Smooth sailing. What?
[He loses his train off thought as the multitasking proves to be too much. Hm. Weird? He's, like, really sure he stuck his keys in his pocket before he left... A mystery.]
Apparently there's a badge-and-keys-stealing goblin on the loose around here. Someone should probably alert Pentecost. [He's still patting down his pockets like maybe he'll magic them into existence if the wants it badly enough.] Or, like, a janitor or something, at least.
[He glances around. Slim chance, but it's possible he dropped them in the hallway. No dice, though.]
You seen my keys anywhere? Where'd you get my badge from, the lab?
[He stumbles down the weird little dorm door stoop thing and starts off again, this time heading in the direction of the lab. He's still talking to you, Hermann, whether or not you are following?]
Guess if they're not there I can just crash on the couch. I think I got like an extra shirt or somethin'. [He will sleep naked in the lab if it comes down to it, though. Don't test him.
He peels off his jacket, getting a little ahead of himself but desperate to be free from his wet corduroy pants prison. Why does he wear these??]
Maybe I'll sleep in one of them Hazmat suits I never use. Hah.
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[ A badge-and-keys stealing goblin.
Right.
Hermann is trying his very best to keep his snippiness at a minimum, but Newt is making it excruciatingly difficult. Of course his keys are also missing. Why wouldn't they be? And of course Hermann is trailing behind him instead of leaving him to face this new endeavor on his own. ]
Your badge was on your desk, but I don't recall seeing a set of keys there. [ If he had, he may have instinctively grabbed onto them as well, just in case.
His nose scrunches at the thought of the lab couch that has been subjected to plenty of abuse between the two scientists. He is almost certain that the mysterious stain on one of the arms is Kaiju blue, while he knows that if he gave a cushion a good thwack with his cane, a cloud of chalk dust would materialize. On particularly rough nights, both have succumbed to exhaustion and have taken short naps on the thing, but he couldn't picture himself willingly stretching out across it for a full night's sleep without fatigue and a deadline dwindling his better judgement. ]
Don't be absurd. I have space in my room. [ And by space, he means the floor, but he has plenty of those terrible military grade blankets to spare. ] And spare clothing as well. I'm sure I have something that'll fit you.
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Relax, Hermann. I can't promise I won't be cranky in the morning, and sure, there's a chance I'll take you down with me? But I know this one's, like, on me.
[It's not like Hermann held a gun to his head and made him drink all that beer. The blame game might become more of an issue after their future night on the town, but in the meantime, Hermann's in the clear.
The missing keys, however, are troubling. He pats himself down again as he goes, mentally retracing his steps through the city. Did he leave them at a bar...? Drop them in the street somewhere? Did he even bring them with in the first place? He can't remember.
He's lost in thought for a while there, trying and failing to solve this puzzle, and it takes Hermann saying something about spare clothing to pull him out of it. What??? His head whips around, frowning... But also ticking up an eyebrow.]
You're gonna let me into your room? You know I've been drinking, right? [As if Hermann could forget. But still! This is an unexpected development.]
I'm all wet. I might barf. I'm definitely gonna get "essence of Hong Kong's nightlife" all over your clothes and that's a stink that takes a few washes to get out. And frankly, there's no telling what kind of weird crap I might get up to while you're passed out.
[He's making an amazing case for himself, he knows, but if Hermann is serious about this offer, Newt isn't dealing with buyer's remorse in the morning. He'll be too hungover for that nonsense.]
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If you mean to say that you would prefer the couch, a simple "no" would be an adequate answer. You certainly wouldn't be hurting my feelings. Do try to keep yourself from vomiting on the floor, though. The lab already smells like formaldehyde.
[ That could sound sarcastic. It isn't. Do not throw up on the floor. ]
Unless this is a warning. If that's the case, then you should know that I have an idea of what to expect. I've known you for years, Newton.
[ And they spend nearly every waking moment together. Dealing with his drunk self has been straightforward enough. While it has also been slightly arduous, none of the transpired events have been all that surprising. The actual worst that could happen, he predicts, is that Newt throws up. ]
If you would like to come to my room, you may use the shower and change into a clean set of clothing, and while you do so, I will find you an area to sleep. If not, do enjoy the couch. Whatever you choose, know that I am not continuing this conversation any longer. I am going to bed. [ He turns, then, and sets off back towards the living quarters. ]