“Hey, so I heard you guys saw a Reaper up close during that last mission. What’s it like?” The scientist bounced around the pilot excitedly.
“I tried asking Commander Rider, but all he said was ‘I would rip its throat out from its mouth if it had either.’ in that scary voice. So your his —” Significant other, or was that the doctor, Newt really didn’t know, “second in command, and that’s why I thought I’ll ask you.”
❝Visiting Gwen who is busy getting busy — if you know what I’m sayin’.❞
She meant Gwen was busy with actual work but the need to clarify was lost on Mary Jane. Instead she was focused on him, more importantly the keyboard. MJ motioned toward it as she took a few steps to him while flashing another smile.
❝You don’t have to stop. You’re really good at playing. And I’m a great audience. How’d you learn?❞
“M’ dad and uncle. They’re both in the music industry.”
Newton made a vague gesture, one hand leaving the keyboard, the other just tapping out the basic rhythm at a slower pace. One person was hardly an audience, but it was better than nothing he supposed.
“Gwen as in Miss Stacy?”
The scientist’d heard a great deal about the other, and even worked with her on occasion, The redhead was therefore, probably Mary Jane. Unless Gwen had another friend with red hair, (which really wasn’t all that surprising if it was the case,) but Newt doubted that his assumption was incorrect.
Because I honestly never expected to hit 500 on Mary Jane and this is very exciting for me given she is a character I adore so much. That and even thinking about doing a follow forever gives me anxiety for the fear I would miss anyone.
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Now, it wasn’t something he admitted out loud often, but…
Truth be told, Remy LeBeau, himself, was a huge nerd.
And not in the sense where he could… Do science, and—-… Whatever the Hell it was Newt did with all those alien parts. No, it was in the sense where he’d read every single Harry Potter book at least four times, and where he owned more than one console, and where he’d seen basically all the Alien movies more than once. His ego would’ve suffered if others knew about his mild obsession, though - after all, he had the facade of a cajun charmer to keep up.
So yeah, this? This was actually a nice way for him to spend the night. Very nice, in fact.
In response to the small squeeze in his hand, Remy’s gaze briefly wandered to their entangled fingers. Before his thumb begun to gently stroke Newt’s hand, he, himself, slumping on the couch.
This was great. Yeah.
“We’re gonna need snacks by th’ time we start the second movie,” He commented, more over his shoulder than actually looking at Newt. “An’ drinks. We’ll get some across th’ street from that one deli.”
Was his heart starting to give little jumps? God, Remy was not helping with the amount of tactility.
“Uh, sure. I’ve tried them before, they even bring the food up here and everything. I mean, they need clearance, and aren’t privy to the important things of course.” Truth be told he often skipped lunch or/and dinner, but when he didn’t have time to go down to actually eat, he’d order in, and either collect them from the lobby or get it delivered here. “It’s not like Torchwood or anything, since everyone knows this is a SHIELD building. Of course, it doesn’t apply to those off book locations, which I can’t tell you about because they’re confidential and all. Right, I’m babbling… Movie.” Newt gestured back to the screen.
Newt resisted the urge to lean his head against the other’s shoulder, or cuddle with Remy. It felt like too soon a thing to do immediately after his epiphany. He started mouthing the dialogue as the film progressed, knowing them word for word by heart. He’d watched it enough times to even talk about each scene in detail, not to mention easter eggs and other fun facts of a certain part he’d amassed over the years and repeated times watching and rewatching the whole series.
Really, it wasn’t all that bad, he’d just have to act normal for like the next 7 or so hours, if they made it that far. Well, as normal as he was anyway… After all, Remy was probably used to the fact that he was eccentric, but not all his quirks, so the other would probably chalk his really strange behaviour up to just another one of his idiosyncrasies.
Remy’s lips actually spread into a sincere grin. Score.
Hey, other than the fact that this was business, it would also be kind of cool to have a night out with another human being for a change.
“Cool, uh,” He replied, then. Beginning to dig for a pen. A pen which he soon found in his pocket; A napkin was grabbed - he would’ve done this on Newt’s arm but, well, there was literally no clean surfaces there - and his phone-number was swiftly scribbled down. Pushed over to Newt’s side of the table. As he smiled. This funny, mischievous smile of his.
“Call me. Or… Text me, whatever’s yer thing. I’m cool with both.”
Truth be told, texting might actually work better; What if he was in the middle of a heist when Newt called?
Well. He’d worry about that later. Roll with the punches, LeBeau.
“I don’ wanna keep ya from yer job, anyway. So, just… Lemme know when ya ‘ave time an’ I’ll… Make time.” He gave a faint chuckle. “Yeah.”
“Eh, I have to go home to change first, before going to work, ya know?” He gestured to himself with a smile, looking down at the stain that resulted in him meeting Remy. “I’m gonna take this with me though, I’ll get it back to you when I’ve washed it.“ He lifted Remy’s ruined shirt. Okay so maybe he needed an excuse to keep the guy’s shirt in case he wasn’t serious about having dinner, then again, he wouldn’t really bother about getting the shirt back either.
Newt lifted the serviette, and squinted at the scrawl of numbers, making sure he’d be able to understand them later. The scientist folded the napkin and placed it in his file for later, he didn’t want to use it accidentally. It would be awkward be he couldn’t call or text Remy because he couldn’t understand or lost his number. "Thanks.” Really he should just key in the numbers right now, after all, his phone was just right there, but it seemed a bit… rude (?) to do so in front of the man.
He lifted the cup to his lips and swallowed the coffee. Admittedly it was lukewarm at best, but still every drop was good. Newt polished up the remaining half of the muffin, before cleaning his hands and mouth with another tissue. He slotted his phone into his pant pocket before giving the other a loped-sided smile, “So… I’ll see you.”
18 Drafts, 1 Starter. (SO SORRY TO THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN WAITING A MONTH FOR A REPLY) And with that I bid thee good morning because it’s 2am when did it get so late, oh wait I was playing half life 2 with my friends and now I want a half life verse for newt okay bye.
Also, I’ll be trying to do work tmr (today was a horrible failure of trying to get out some work) so replies may or may not come.
Remy chuckled, grinning; Figures the guy would carry a device like that around. Good thing he wasn’t a skrull trying to infiltrate, in that case. No, he was a whole another kind of cheater.
Not that he knew well enough to feel too bad about it yet.
“No, no, we ain’t that kinda people,” Remy replied, then, regarding the goods including people part. “Well, yanno, not that I know of. An’ if they did, pretty sure I’d be obliged ta turn in m’ own family.” Hey, that much was true; He didn’t look kindly to slavery or… Any of the kind. He, truth be told, didn’t look kindly to the kind of conning he was about to pull, either.
Alas, Remy LeBeau had run out of options ages ago.
And oh - it seemed like this guy was only now catching on as to what Remy was trying to do. His grin only widened in response, as he snickered. Truth be told, the cajun hadn’t expected Newt to be the kind of guy to get hit on a lot… But his bashfulness was still rather refreshing, compared to the cocky attitudes the people he usually went for always carried.
“God, yer cute. Listen—-“ “‘Ow ‘bout I take ya out fer a dinner one a’ these days? Coffee’s great n’all, but…” He gave a shrug. A hint of a sly smile. “It don’ beat some quality gumbo.”
Okay cool. So like movers and things. Cool. He could respect that. Maybe not as interesting a job to him, but he was biased because he loved his job, and to him it was the most interesting thing in the world. Certainly Remy would meet all sorts of people, real interesting ones. Retail and the service industry always do.
He didn’t think that the man would be able to transport (help) people across the border illegally, Remy didn’t seem like the type. But he was good with words after all. Either way, Newt had developed a fascination for what exactly Remy did, but all questions in due time.
Remy called him cute. Right, his hypothesis was correct. The guy had been flirting with him. Newt didn’t suppose that he did that with everyone he spilt coffee on. He fiddled with the spoon in his coffee, taking a sip every now and then, finding the right words.
“I —” Come on Newt, you can do this. Someone asked you out. He smiled bright, “That’ll be awesome.” Dinner. With Remy. A date. Okay, it didn’t sound as daunting as he thought it would be. In fact, the scientist was rather looking forward to the prospect.
