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[Newt is exhausted, and that's putting it lightly. Seven hours cooped up in muggy longhouse arguing with each other over a murder. That sucked in every sense of the word.
The night air is a much needed reprieve. Typically, he'd want to go relax on the beach and chat with some of his new friends, but wow is he done with people for the day. All he wants to do is go pass out and... figure out how to feel about everything in the morning, he guesses.
He drags himself into his hut, flops down on his bed, and digs his mp3 player out of his pocket. It's on its last legs, but eh, that's all the more reason to use it before the battery dies. He needs it tonight.]
The night air is a much needed reprieve. Typically, he'd want to go relax on the beach and chat with some of his new friends, but wow is he done with people for the day. All he wants to do is go pass out and... figure out how to feel about everything in the morning, he guesses.
He drags himself into his hut, flops down on his bed, and digs his mp3 player out of his pocket. It's on its last legs, but eh, that's all the more reason to use it before the battery dies. He needs it tonight.]
