Newt pretends not to notice that the guy's sizing him up--there's really not much to size--and straights his posture, puffs his chest out a little when he sees him glancing down at this tattoos. He's used to people calling him out on them, though mostly because the people where he comes from just don't get why a person would ink themselves with creatures that caused so much destruction. Newt has never felt like he has to justify himself, it's his goddamn body, and he'll do what he wants with it. Oh, right, but the guy is talking now and Newt should probably listen since, well, he's the one who struck up conversation, and he reaches into the pretzel bowl that has appeared next to him and chews as he tries to think of the nutshell answer.
"Also not a woman," he says. Not a woman, no, but over a decade's worth of monsters. "I saved the world and now I've got shit to show for it other than nightmares and nosebleeds. So I guess we're both a little dramatic."
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Date: 2013-09-30 02:29 am (UTC)"Also not a woman," he says. Not a woman, no, but over a decade's worth of monsters. "I saved the world and now I've got shit to show for it other than nightmares and nosebleeds. So I guess we're both a little dramatic."