[His smile turns sheepish, gaze shifting away as he rubs his forehead. Subtlety has never been a Newt skill and it shows.]
I could go for a scrounge, yeah. Just gotta make a quick stop here first...
[He crosses the lab to his desk/music studio which is surrounded by various musical instruments: an upright piano, some keyboards, a guitar and even a small set of drums. It's a wonder how he got all this stuff into a military base but apparently he is dedicated to his hobbies. After a moment spent rifling through the top drawer, Newt pockets a bottle of Tylenol and a handkerchief and then he's ready to scrounge.]
So what's got you up? The bed too stiff? Unfortunately they're all like that but you get used to it after a while.
[He sniffs once like maybe he's got a bit of dust allergies. Nothing unusual to see here.]
[ Oh, Newt, it's more than obvious. She'd have to actually be blind to miss it.
Watching him move to the desk, she marvels for maybe the hundredth time at all the stuff he has crowded around it. How he gets any work done... No, she knows how he gets work done: he doesn't sleep, as evidenced by their present situation. And what else is there to do to pass the time in the Shatterdome but dive headfirst into your work?
Noting the bottle he tucks away, she leads them out, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie as they hit the hall. ]
The bed's fine. I lived in a van, remember? I can sleep anywhere. [ It's the staying asleep she has trouble with. She shrugs and glances over at him, concern still in her expression. ] I just don't sleep well.
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[His smile turns sheepish, gaze shifting away as he rubs his forehead. Subtlety has never been a Newt skill and it shows.]
I could go for a scrounge, yeah. Just gotta make a quick stop here first...
[He crosses the lab to his desk/music studio which is surrounded by various musical instruments: an upright piano, some keyboards, a guitar and even a small set of drums. It's a wonder how he got all this stuff into a military base but apparently he is dedicated to his hobbies. After a moment spent rifling through the top drawer, Newt pockets a bottle of Tylenol and a handkerchief and then he's ready to scrounge.]
So what's got you up? The bed too stiff? Unfortunately they're all like that but you get used to it after a while.
[He sniffs once like maybe he's got a bit of dust allergies. Nothing unusual to see here.]
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Watching him move to the desk, she marvels for maybe the hundredth time at all the stuff he has crowded around it. How he gets any work done... No, she knows how he gets work done: he doesn't sleep, as evidenced by their present situation. And what else is there to do to pass the time in the Shatterdome but dive headfirst into your work?
Noting the bottle he tucks away, she leads them out, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie as they hit the hall. ]
The bed's fine. I lived in a van, remember? I can sleep anywhere. [ It's the staying asleep she has trouble with. She shrugs and glances over at him, concern still in her expression. ] I just don't sleep well.