[Hermann listens and allows Newton for awhile, until he realizes the man actually has no direction in mind and steers them toward a pair of doors into the mall itself.
He shrugs off his hood and finds himself increasingly bemused by Newton's comparisons. It's all too easy to picture, but he does stumble over representing himself through a vehicle and hums thoughtfully]
Well, perhaps a Mercedes isn't too far off. All posh elegance, but so heavily modified that it fails to adhere to its initial design as a luxury vehicle. So it drives along at a sedate 50 kilometers per hour to impress, but get it on a long stretch of freeway and it flies.
I don't think I've ever dated a Mercedes-Benz before. [He wiggles the collar/zipper of his jacket as if straightening it out and making himself more 'presentable.'] You're like a Bond car hiding under a luxury sedan shell--like the guy I took to the Masquerade.
[ Newt looks up at him, contemplating kissing him. Posh elegance indeed. Instead he flips back up the hood over Hermann's head and quickly steps out of reach of any initial cane swing with a laugh. ]
[The comparison affords him another smile, one that's swiftly lost in Newton's childish glee. He brandishes his cane, but makes no concentrated effort to hit Newton with it. Hermann tugs his hood back down and throws Newton a fond, exasperated look.
He pulls the door open and gestures Newton through it for a change.]
While we're on the subject then, please tell me your favorite color isn't kaiju Blue.
[He will never tire of being the cause of those fond, exasperated looks. Newt accepts the held open door with a playful nod/bow at Hermann. ]
I like it a lot, but no. The favorite color of the minute is green. Yours is maroon, right? That's what you said? Maybe I should have gotten the parka in maroon.
No need for that. Just because I like it doesn't mean I want to see it on everything. [He lets the door swing shut behind them and breathes in the warm air with a sigh]
Not quite like Mr. Qubit and his green coats. But I will keep that in mind for your future gifts- unless of course that changes.
It changes often enough. Black and white are always safe bets. I never want to be Qubit level of favorite-color-devotion. [ Newt makes a face. ]
You want some ice cream? I was serious about the cliches, but I mean, we could be like teenagers and get boba and that's good too. [ He casually wraps an arm around Hermann's waist. ] Come on, Hermann, lets be kids together.
[It's likely only due to the drift that they can walk like this without any practice. But Newton matches his pace perfectly even with the tap of his cane and it's oddly simple. They do garner looks of course and much like holding hands, Hermann tries not to be too conscious of them]
It's your cliche scenario. Whichever one you'd prefer is agreeable.
It's yours, too, now. You're stuck with me and all my cliches. Well, you're stuck with my everything now, but specifically, this time, with my cliches.
[Newt had been thinking 'since they first arrived in this world' but Hong Kong was equally accurate, and the thought makes him again excited for their trip. He needs to figure out how to hide the watch in his luggage.
He steers them down the mall towards the sushi place where they can pick up both their treats at once. Partway there, he just gets giddy thinking about he fact that they're stuck with each other. And that's good, that's really good, he thinks...except that Hermann probably wouldn't be dating him now if he hadn't basically...had Newt stuck so far in his head that Hermann felt that dating anyone else was impossible.
He tries to shake the rather persistent thought.]
I'm stuck with your cliches and stuff too, you know, so if you think of things you want to do as dates or whatever, you let me know. I'm cool with lots of stuff.
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He shrugs off his hood and finds himself increasingly bemused by Newton's comparisons. It's all too easy to picture, but he does stumble over representing himself through a vehicle and hums thoughtfully]
Well, perhaps a Mercedes isn't too far off. All posh elegance, but so heavily modified that it fails to adhere to its initial design as a luxury vehicle. So it drives along at a sedate 50 kilometers per hour to impress, but get it on a long stretch of freeway and it flies.
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[ Newt looks up at him, contemplating kissing him. Posh elegance indeed. Instead he flips back up the hood over Hermann's head and quickly steps out of reach of any initial cane swing with a laugh. ]
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He pulls the door open and gestures Newton through it for a change.]
While we're on the subject then, please tell me your favorite color isn't kaiju Blue.
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I like it a lot, but no. The favorite color of the minute is green. Yours is maroon, right? That's what you said? Maybe I should have gotten the parka in maroon.
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No need for that. Just because I like it doesn't mean I want to see it on everything. [He lets the door swing shut behind them and breathes in the warm air with a sigh]
Not quite like Mr. Qubit and his green coats. But I will keep that in mind for your future gifts- unless of course that changes.
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You want some ice cream? I was serious about the cliches, but I mean, we could be like teenagers and get boba and that's good too. [ He casually wraps an arm around Hermann's waist. ] Come on, Hermann, lets be kids together.
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It's your cliche scenario. Whichever one you'd prefer is agreeable.
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[Though really, he's been stuck with Newton's 'everything' and vice versa since their assignment in Hong Kong.]
Alright, we'll go for the 'tea' then.
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He steers them down the mall towards the sushi place where they can pick up both their treats at once. Partway there, he just gets giddy thinking about he fact that they're stuck with each other. And that's good, that's really good, he thinks...except that Hermann probably wouldn't be dating him now if he hadn't basically...had Newt stuck so far in his head that Hermann felt that dating anyone else was impossible.
He tries to shake the rather persistent thought.]
I'm stuck with your cliches and stuff too, you know, so if you think of things you want to do as dates or whatever, you let me know. I'm cool with lots of stuff.