[for the past couple months, Newt has fallen asleep and woken up much in the same fashion. At the moment, however, he is finding that today is, unfortunately, not like the other days. Instead of being curled up on a mattress and snuggled into Wade's side, he's found himself face down in the dirt--which as soon as he realizes that he's not where he's meant to be, he jerks up with a gasp, looking around wildly.
He's in the middle of the jungle. How the fuck did he get here???? His hands are feeling around in his pockets as he glances around--fortunately for him, he almost never sleeps without his leather jacket no matter the weather, and said leather jacket is hanging off his person with his trusty butterfly knife tucked in its pockets. He's also got the hilt of his beam katana hanging off his belt, though that's been acting spotty at best, and Newt isn't about to trust it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of color that's not normally native to a jungle, and it's enough to catch his attention. He turns his head spotting...is that a kid?
Shit, that might be a kid.
Newt starts to get to his feet, slowly--when his shirt pocket suddenly starts making a high-pitched peeping noise. It's enough to startle Newt into looking down at his pocket...and the passenger that accidentally came with him.] Petrie?! [it's hissed down to the pocket, where he now can spot the ball of pterax chick fluff staring at him from inside his shirt pocket.] Shit. [Newt's glancing up again at the kid laying a couple feet away, before he huffs, glancing down to Petrie again] Just--be quiet, okay??
[Minor detail being that she doesn't know the meaning of the word quiet yet, but details. He's going to get closer to that kid and see what's up with that--especially with that weird squelching sound?? What the hell is that.]
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He's in the middle of the jungle. How the fuck did he get here???? His hands are feeling around in his pockets as he glances around--fortunately for him, he almost never sleeps without his leather jacket no matter the weather, and said leather jacket is hanging off his person with his trusty butterfly knife tucked in its pockets. He's also got the hilt of his beam katana hanging off his belt, though that's been acting spotty at best, and Newt isn't about to trust it. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of color that's not normally native to a jungle, and it's enough to catch his attention. He turns his head spotting...is that a kid?
Shit, that might be a kid.
Newt starts to get to his feet, slowly--when his shirt pocket suddenly starts making a high-pitched peeping noise. It's enough to startle Newt into looking down at his pocket...and the passenger that accidentally came with him.] Petrie?! [it's hissed down to the pocket, where he now can spot the ball of pterax chick fluff staring at him from inside his shirt pocket.] Shit. [Newt's glancing up again at the kid laying a couple feet away, before he huffs, glancing down to Petrie again] Just--be quiet, okay??
[Minor detail being that she doesn't know the meaning of the word quiet yet, but details. He's going to get closer to that kid and see what's up with that--especially with that weird squelching sound?? What the hell is that.]