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sciencesaggressively) wrote2016-07-01 08:33 pm
sciencesaggressively) wrote2016-07-01 08:33 pm
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july 1
Every once in awhile, the day gets away from him.
Newt hadn't even realized it was past seven until his phone had buzzed with a text from Kate saying that she'd be home late because she was going out for an impromptu dinner with some of her coworkers. He'd shot her back a message saying he was only just leaving the lab, which hadn't even surprised her at all, and it takes another half hour before he finally manages to drag himself away from the blood samples he's been studying. His stomach rumbles as he steps into the elevator with a yawn, and he rubs at the back of his neck as he tries to remember whether or not he'd actually eaten anything since lunch. Allison had force-fed him, as she usually does when she doesn't seem him wander out into the lobby during his lunch hours, but Newt's pretty sure that he hasn't touched anything other than several cups of coffee since then.
When he walks out of the building, the sidewalk is pretty much empty, aside from a couple shadowy figures further up in either direction, and Newt's at a crossroads. Pizza is one way, burgers the other, and life is so goddamn hard right now that he doesn't even know what to do.
"Make a move, genius," he mutters to himself, willing what he is totally identifying as a hunger headache away as he feels the pressure starting to grow at the base of his skull. "Nah, the bar. Burgers and beer, that's where it's at."
Semele's seems like a good choice for that so Newt sets his sights in that direction, walking with renewed purpose and a determined expression.
Newt hadn't even realized it was past seven until his phone had buzzed with a text from Kate saying that she'd be home late because she was going out for an impromptu dinner with some of her coworkers. He'd shot her back a message saying he was only just leaving the lab, which hadn't even surprised her at all, and it takes another half hour before he finally manages to drag himself away from the blood samples he's been studying. His stomach rumbles as he steps into the elevator with a yawn, and he rubs at the back of his neck as he tries to remember whether or not he'd actually eaten anything since lunch. Allison had force-fed him, as she usually does when she doesn't seem him wander out into the lobby during his lunch hours, but Newt's pretty sure that he hasn't touched anything other than several cups of coffee since then.
When he walks out of the building, the sidewalk is pretty much empty, aside from a couple shadowy figures further up in either direction, and Newt's at a crossroads. Pizza is one way, burgers the other, and life is so goddamn hard right now that he doesn't even know what to do.
"Make a move, genius," he mutters to himself, willing what he is totally identifying as a hunger headache away as he feels the pressure starting to grow at the base of his skull. "Nah, the bar. Burgers and beer, that's where it's at."
Semele's seems like a good choice for that so Newt sets his sights in that direction, walking with renewed purpose and a determined expression.