5 March 2018

completelycrazy: raaaaaalleiigghgghhhehehhgh (the dog's lost her lead)
[Well.

This certainly is a pickle.

Newt hangs out on the outskirts as that kid--Max? Like what's-his-name the Australian jerk's dog. Great. Max does his spiel and then it's done and, first step: Gotta talk to Hermann. Double great.

Once he susses out his partner in the crowd, Newt grabs him by the arm and starts tugging him off in the direction of the nearest private-ish place. Otter Nonsense it is. Unless you have a better suggestion, Hermann??]


Hey, look, we gotta talk. [He says it with an implied "so get over your butthurt on the whole dying thing, dude." Not saying it outright is enough of an olive branch.]