Newt kicked the door closed, tossed his jacket down on the arm of the sofa and then followed it with the shopping bags (more jeans, shut up, Hermann) onto the seat.
"Wow, dude," he blabbered on at Hermann as Newt moved around the living room, kicked a cat toy out of the way and watched Liebling chase it until it stopped and she decided it held no further entertainment for her. "So, okay, sorry I'm late, but you would not believe the lines. I swear, the mall was like Christmas season again, holy shit. But I got a really good sale on the razor--like you'd even approve--and the jeans weren't so bad either, so it was worth it, but man. Glad I had no reason to go near the Bath-and-whatever store or Victoria's Secret, because those looked like nightmares." He had wandered to the kitchen and returned with a glass of juice. "And the jewelry stores! Shit. You'd think everybody in De Chima was proposing tomorrow."
Newt let the phrase hang there in the silence of his pause for a moment, knowing he was probably approaching this very heavy-handedly, but while very creative, he often knew of no other way to tackle things except head-on and with little finesse... even if that really amounted to sticking his whole hand in a boiling pot of water to test the temperature.
He took a sip, then went on. "I always thought if I got married, I'd probably do something dumb and rockstarish like go to Vegas. What about you?" he asked as he hunted down a coaster before Hermann killed him for using a magazine like an uncultured swine, or--heaven forbid--used no coaster at all. "You ever thought about it?"
Feb 13 2016
"Wow, dude," he blabbered on at Hermann as Newt moved around the living room, kicked a cat toy out of the way and watched Liebling chase it until it stopped and she decided it held no further entertainment for her. "So, okay, sorry I'm late, but you would not believe the lines. I swear, the mall was like Christmas season again, holy shit. But I got a really good sale on the razor--like you'd even approve--and the jeans weren't so bad either, so it was worth it, but man. Glad I had no reason to go near the Bath-and-whatever store or Victoria's Secret, because those looked like nightmares." He had wandered to the kitchen and returned with a glass of juice. "And the jewelry stores! Shit. You'd think everybody in De Chima was proposing tomorrow."
Newt let the phrase hang there in the silence of his pause for a moment, knowing he was probably approaching this very heavy-handedly, but while very creative, he often knew of no other way to tackle things except head-on and with little finesse... even if that really amounted to sticking his whole hand in a boiling pot of water to test the temperature.
He took a sip, then went on. "I always thought if I got married, I'd probably do something dumb and rockstarish like go to Vegas. What about you?" he asked as he hunted down a coaster before Hermann killed him for using a magazine like an uncultured swine, or--heaven forbid--used no coaster at all. "You ever thought about it?"