[ When Elliot had heard about his so called twin from Thomas, well, he didn't really expect it until he saw the kid in person. Sure, he's used to seeing his brother... But it's different, it's easy to tell he's dead with the field of death that surrounds him like a thick miasma. This... Newt, he didn't have it, he was alive, well, at least here, from what he's heard from Thomas, it's not a pretty end for the kid.
Maybe the best introduction wasn't sneaking up on the poor thing, wrapping a tattoo'd arm around his shoulders and pleasantly adding an all too friendly: ]
Y'know, mate, you look like someone I know.
[ The rare grin that graces his face free of charge as he steers them towards the tea shop he'd intended on going to before his attention had been stolen away. ] Actually, you look like a couple people I know. Tea? I'm buying. [ There's nothing forceful or violent in his behaviour, quite the opposite, giving the younger the ability to shove him away or whatever he pleases. ]
[ tommy had mentioned there was someone in eudio who supposedly looked a lot like him. newt thought it was a load of klunk, had clapped tommy on the back and told him to quit dreamin' and moved on with his life. maybe he saw someone else with a limp like his? he puts it up to greenie dreamin and sets it aside, and that's well and fine until someone wraps an arm around him, newt looks over, and the guy looks just like him. ]
Bloody hell-- [ he swears, jumping an inch underneath the arm--he's fidgety and untrusting as ever, and seeing his own face staring back at him (are those tattoos) is a bloody shock. newt stares at him for a second when he steers him over to the tea shop, blinking in shock, and it's only a beat or two later that he squirms out from under the arm, picking it up and off his shoulder before it tries to drag him any further. ] What the shuck--who're you?
[ Dark eyes watch as Newt turns into stress personified before finally removing the arm. ]
Elliot, and you're Newt, right? Didn't mean to scare ya.
[ He doesn't look very sorry about scaring the hell out of the younger more standoffish version of himself. Yes, those certainly are tattoos, it's not his fault he's committed to necromancy, Newt. Witches gonna witch or some shit. A hand is offered, in a less invasive way, this time, to shake. ] Nice to meet you, finally.
[ Oh, but he's back to his main mission. ] If you prefer coffee, [ By the face he pulls, its clear that he's Not A Fan. ] they sell it too, couldn't tell you if it's good or not, since all of it tastes like dirt to me. But to each their own, yeah? [ #Rambling ]
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i'm sorry i'm sure this isn't what you had in mind but i couldn't help myself
Maybe the best introduction wasn't sneaking up on the poor thing, wrapping a tattoo'd arm around his shoulders and pleasantly adding an all too friendly: ]
Y'know, mate, you look like someone I know.
[ The rare grin that graces his face free of charge as he steers them towards the tea shop he'd intended on going to before his attention had been stolen away. ] Actually, you look like a couple people I know. Tea? I'm buying. [ There's nothing forceful or violent in his behaviour, quite the opposite, giving the younger the ability to shove him away or whatever he pleases. ]
this is just fine :3c
Bloody hell-- [ he swears, jumping an inch underneath the arm--he's fidgety and untrusting as ever, and seeing his own face staring back at him (are those tattoos) is a bloody shock. newt stares at him for a second when he steers him over to the tea shop, blinking in shock, and it's only a beat or two later that he squirms out from under the arm, picking it up and off his shoulder before it tries to drag him any further. ] What the shuck--who're you?
c: c:
Elliot, and you're Newt, right? Didn't mean to scare ya.
[ He doesn't look very sorry about scaring the hell out of the younger more standoffish version of himself. Yes, those certainly are tattoos, it's not his fault he's committed to necromancy, Newt. Witches gonna witch or some shit. A hand is offered, in a less invasive way, this time, to shake. ] Nice to meet you, finally.
[ Oh, but he's back to his main mission. ] If you prefer coffee, [ By the face he pulls, its clear that he's Not A Fan. ] they sell it too, couldn't tell you if it's good or not, since all of it tastes like dirt to me. But to each their own, yeah? [ #Rambling ]