"Why are you riled up?" His voice is getting a little screechy, as it's prone to do when he's totally riled up, and he's lost all control over the way he gestures with his hands, which is probably why they're thrown up in the air right now. "It's my parasite, my bucket, we're just minding our own business out here."
He needs to relax. He's pretty sure the main reason why he's having this little freakout right now is because he's paranoid that being out in the open with Seymour might only get the skin louse taken away from him. Newt's in way too deep to let that happen at this point, even if it means alienating this random girl who's admittedly asking questions that are totally fair. It's not like he's had trouble alienating people before anyway.
Newt does manage to settle down a little at her question about microscopic parasites, his voice settling into a less ear-busting octave as he bring his arms down to cross over his chest. "And y'know, they are but if you consider the fact that this one came fresh off something close to a 250,000 ton sea creature, you can really start to imagine how it would seem microscopic, at least in comparison." He pauses, huffing out a sigh before running a hand through his hair and gesturing at the bucket. "A bunch of little guy like him came falling down on my wedding a couple months ago. It's the only thing I've got that's really from my world so like, yeah, whatever, I"m carrying it around in a bucket because-- Well, I don't know if good memories is the right phrase but it brings back something like that. You cool with that or are you going to report me to the parasite police?"
no subject
He needs to relax. He's pretty sure the main reason why he's having this little freakout right now is because he's paranoid that being out in the open with Seymour might only get the skin louse taken away from him. Newt's in way too deep to let that happen at this point, even if it means alienating this random girl who's admittedly asking questions that are totally fair. It's not like he's had trouble alienating people before anyway.
Newt does manage to settle down a little at her question about microscopic parasites, his voice settling into a less ear-busting octave as he bring his arms down to cross over his chest. "And y'know, they are but if you consider the fact that this one came fresh off something close to a 250,000 ton sea creature, you can really start to imagine how it would seem microscopic, at least in comparison." He pauses, huffing out a sigh before running a hand through his hair and gesturing at the bucket. "A bunch of little guy like him came falling down on my wedding a couple months ago. It's the only thing I've got that's really from my world so like, yeah, whatever, I"m carrying it around in a bucket because-- Well, I don't know if good memories is the right phrase but it brings back something like that. You cool with that or are you going to report me to the parasite police?"