A risky move buddy. I wont let you down. Probably anyway idk the night is young. Okay I think I see the Shatterdome lights so be there in like uhhh lets call it ten. Fifteen maybe. While I'm in the last leg here solve a mystery for me. On a scale of 1 to 10 how insufferable am I? Lol. Omg seriously? Hell yes Hermann! We'll see about the horking though I'm gonna make you drink a car bomb.
Please don’t make me immediately regret this decision. I’ll head towards the entrance in about ten minutes. If I don’t see you by twenty, I’ll assume that you’ve done something stupid. At the moment, you’re an eight. Make it back, and I’ll consider knocking it down to a seven.
Don’t push it, Newton.
[ the thought of hermann doing an irish car bomb gives me so much delight??? ]
[ There's an exasperated sigh on Hermann's end. Of course Newt attempted to get through without any aid despite knowing the exact outcome of trying to do so. He's hoping there aren't any negative repercussions. Newt's usual attitude paired with a decent amount of alcohol could only equal to a force to be reckoned with (more so than usual, at least). Security might be snippy with Hermann swooping in to help. Or they'll be thankful that he's ushering the louder scientist away. He's hoping for the latter, naturally.
Being a man of his word, Hermann is nearby, and, without bothering to respond to the text, he's stepping out from the main entrance. He squints and his shoulders hunch from the immediate gust of rain that smacks him in the face. Through the dark and dim lighting, he can see Newt squabbling incoherently with two guards. ]
Hello! Yes, excuse me, sorry-- [ He heads towards the three with a raised voice and annoyance in his tone. ] You'll have to forgive my colleague... [ He begins when the attention is turned towards himself. ] You see, he's a forgetful git who has a knack for losing important items such as this. [ As requested, Hermann did search Newt's desk, and he was able to acquire the badge. He produces it with a bit of a wave before shoving it into his jacket pocket. ] Now, if you don't mind. [ Whether Newt wants to continue yelling at security or not, Hermann hooks an arm around his and begins to tug him away. ]
["Squabbling" is the only way to put it, really. Newt is wobbling in front of the guards, squawking about the same old shit: he shouldn't need an ID, how do they not know who he is, he's been stationed here for five years and he knows Pentecost personally and oh my god that was one time like forever ago and maybe you shouldn't act like uptight prick if you don't want people pointing it out!!
He's all but forgotten his text to Hermann. Picking a fight with the third shift guards who keep trying to write him off is much more important.
So, color him genuinely surprised when Hermann shows. He lights up, happy to see someone with a goddamn brain but happier to see his ID badge! Nice! He swipes for it, but misses, and then it disappears again? Hey? That's his?
Oh hold on Hermann is saying stuff.]
Ah, yes, forgive my colleague if you don't mind... [He puts on his best silly Hermann affectation, trying to wriggle away and failing at it as Hermann grabs his arm.] Why do you always sound like such a dweeb?
[But he's laughing, and alright, alright, he's going... He lets Hermann lead him back inside, leaning against him a little too heavily as they walk.]
[ The sight of them, Hermann thinks, and their unceremonious way of attempting to get to the entrance must be embarrassingly laughable, especially when he fumbles to get the door open all while keeping himself and Newt propped up. It’s a miracle that they don’t fall over, really.
Once inside, he promptly detaches himself from the other and reaches for the towel he had kept folded on a nearby surface. His intention was to merely toss it to Newt, but when he whirls around to meet him, Hermann pauses with the towel still enveloped in his fingers.
He looks at Newt with the sort of disapproval that a parent might have when their child stumbles into the house hours past curfew. His eyes are narrowed into a glare, and his mouth is pressed into a thin, tight line. Somehow, his expression manages to contort with even more annoyance as he fully takes in Newt’s state of being, noting his slouched posture, his disarrayed hair, his clothes that are seemingly soaked through, and, if he’s not mistaken, there’s a hint of beer in the air.
A lecture is heavy on his tongue, and it is overflowing into the rest of his mouth, filling up empty spaces and pressing up against his cheeks. There’s a lot he’d like to say to Newt at this moment, a lot that he’d like to complain about. However, when his mouth opens, the intended words dissolve into a sigh. As he exhales, his features soften, and while the annoyance is still evident, there are hints of relief. ]
Do you see what you’ve done? I’m all wet now because of you. [ Again, the annoyance exists, but his tone lacks bite. His own comment also reminds him to finally hand Newt the towel. ]
Come, let me take you to your room before you get yourself into more trouble.
[Newt swipes the towel and trades Hermann his glasses for it. Hold these, buddy. He scrubs the towel roughly over his head, not doing his hair any favors. He doesn't bother with the rest of himself. His clothes are coming off the second Hermann deposits him in his dorm, anyway? He's had quite enough of being all squelchy.]
Between the two of us, you don't get to crab at me about how wet you are. [He makes a "gimme" motion to retrieve his glasses.
He's not put off by the annoyance, though. That's par for the course with Hermann, and the beer has only further dampened Newt's ability to read social cues. If Hermann is grumpy about anything beyond having to make the trek down to the entrance in the middle of the night, Newt isn't picking it up. Even that's a stretch--Hermann is just generally annoyed and Newt isn't in any position to riddle out why. Again, par for the course.
He slings the towel over his shoulder.]
I'm not in trouble, Hermann. The ID thing was like the one part of my night that went south, and the rain? Totally not on me, dude. The weather said it was gonna be dry today.
[Did it? He absolutely did not check the weather.]
[ Hermann takes the initiative to dry Newt's frames with a part of his pullover that isn't specked with water. After a few warm breathes against the glass, he is content enough with his work, and he hands them back to Newt when their beckoned for. ]
Seeing as I would have been completely dry and possibly in my bed by now if you didn't require my assistance, I most certainly do get to crab at you about it.
[ He huffs a bit at the conclusion of his statement, his demeanor quickly stiffening again. ]
No? Let's see...You've somehow managed to lessen the relationship between you and security even further, you may very well get a cold, you decided to go and drink by yourself with a dying phone, and--
[ Kaiju attacks are popping up more frequently, and the damned Wall of Life was knocked down by Mutavore like a pile of legos, and an unpredicted Kaiju attack is improbable but possible, and he was just a bit worried, okay? Is that a crime, Newton? To be worried and to maybe overreact a teensy bit?
He sighs again, and he cuts himself off before he can actually vocalize any of these thoughts. It's late, and their normal bickering is fine, but he's much too tired for some sort of full blown argument that involves him admitting that he's oddly pensive and perturbed. Instead, he momentarily allows a beat of silence to wash over them before he murmurs. ]
[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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Okay I think I see the Shatterdome lights so be there in like uhhh lets call it ten. Fifteen maybe. While I'm in the last leg here solve a mystery for me. On a scale of 1 to 10 how insufferable am I? Lol.
Omg seriously? Hell yes Hermann! We'll see about the horking though I'm gonna make you drink a car bomb.
[icly plans for future threads, honestly.]
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Don’t push it, Newton.
[ the thought of hermann doing an irish car bomb gives me so much delight??? ]
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Fine I'll text you when I'm close.
[And then he presumably finds something better to occupy his time on the walk over because it's radio silence...]
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GOD DAMN FASCIST WON'T LET ME IN HERMANN.
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Being a man of his word, Hermann is nearby, and, without bothering to respond to the text, he's stepping out from the main entrance. He squints and his shoulders hunch from the immediate gust of rain that smacks him in the face. Through the dark and dim lighting, he can see Newt squabbling incoherently with two guards. ]
Hello! Yes, excuse me, sorry-- [ He heads towards the three with a raised voice and annoyance in his tone. ] You'll have to forgive my colleague... [ He begins when the attention is turned towards himself. ] You see, he's a forgetful git who has a knack for losing important items such as this. [ As requested, Hermann did search Newt's desk, and he was able to acquire the badge. He produces it with a bit of a wave before shoving it into his jacket pocket. ] Now, if you don't mind. [ Whether Newt wants to continue yelling at security or not, Hermann hooks an arm around his and begins to tug him away. ]
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He's all but forgotten his text to Hermann. Picking a fight with the third shift guards who keep trying to write him off is much more important.
So, color him genuinely surprised when Hermann shows. He lights up, happy to see someone with a goddamn brain but happier to see his ID badge! Nice! He swipes for it, but misses, and then it disappears again? Hey? That's his?
Oh hold on Hermann is saying stuff.]
Ah, yes, forgive my colleague if you don't mind... [He puts on his best silly Hermann affectation, trying to wriggle away and failing at it as Hermann grabs his arm.] Why do you always sound like such a dweeb?
[But he's laughing, and alright, alright, he's going... He lets Hermann lead him back inside, leaning against him a little too heavily as they walk.]
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Once inside, he promptly detaches himself from the other and reaches for the towel he had kept folded on a nearby surface. His intention was to merely toss it to Newt, but when he whirls around to meet him, Hermann pauses with the towel still enveloped in his fingers.
He looks at Newt with the sort of disapproval that a parent might have when their child stumbles into the house hours past curfew. His eyes are narrowed into a glare, and his mouth is pressed into a thin, tight line. Somehow, his expression manages to contort with even more annoyance as he fully takes in Newt’s state of being, noting his slouched posture, his disarrayed hair, his clothes that are seemingly soaked through, and, if he’s not mistaken, there’s a hint of beer in the air.
A lecture is heavy on his tongue, and it is overflowing into the rest of his mouth, filling up empty spaces and pressing up against his cheeks. There’s a lot he’d like to say to Newt at this moment, a lot that he’d like to complain about. However, when his mouth opens, the intended words dissolve into a sigh. As he exhales, his features soften, and while the annoyance is still evident, there are hints of relief. ]
Do you see what you’ve done? I’m all wet now because of you. [ Again, the annoyance exists, but his tone lacks bite. His own comment also reminds him to finally hand Newt the towel. ]
Come, let me take you to your room before you get yourself into more trouble.
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Between the two of us, you don't get to crab at me about how wet you are. [He makes a "gimme" motion to retrieve his glasses.
He's not put off by the annoyance, though. That's par for the course with Hermann, and the beer has only further dampened Newt's ability to read social cues. If Hermann is grumpy about anything beyond having to make the trek down to the entrance in the middle of the night, Newt isn't picking it up. Even that's a stretch--Hermann is just generally annoyed and Newt isn't in any position to riddle out why. Again, par for the course.
He slings the towel over his shoulder.]
I'm not in trouble, Hermann. The ID thing was like the one part of my night that went south, and the rain? Totally not on me, dude. The weather said it was gonna be dry today.
[Did it? He absolutely did not check the weather.]
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Seeing as I would have been completely dry and possibly in my bed by now if you didn't require my assistance, I most certainly do get to crab at you about it.
[ He huffs a bit at the conclusion of his statement, his demeanor quickly stiffening again. ]
No? Let's see...You've somehow managed to lessen the relationship between you and security even further, you may very well get a cold, you decided to go and drink by yourself with a dying phone, and--
[ Kaiju attacks are popping up more frequently, and the damned Wall of Life was knocked down by Mutavore like a pile of legos, and an unpredicted Kaiju attack is improbable but possible, and he was just a bit worried, okay? Is that a crime, Newton? To be worried and to maybe overreact a teensy bit?
He sighs again, and he cuts himself off before he can actually vocalize any of these thoughts. It's late, and their normal bickering is fine, but he's much too tired for some sort of full blown argument that involves him admitting that he's oddly pensive and perturbed. Instead, he momentarily allows a beat of silence to wash over them before he murmurs. ]
The weather did not say that.
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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. ]