Re: [Hall Way: Patrick & Newt]
It was (in many ways) precisely like a forest, at least to the dude who felt the forest in every pore. When he walked through the woods, he walked through a world where everything was vibrant and living and in a most beautiful technicolor. The forest was life, and the magic here was similar. The people, man, they were the same, and this explained why Patrick liked it here. Repose was where he had grown up, and he would always feel that it was special, but he had to regularly remind himself that it was home, man. This place, in its own weird way, spoke to him more than his hometown did.
The fans seemed most adoring to Patrick as they clustered around Newt wanting to speak with him. It would not (however) surprise Patrick to know that the dude was downplaying it in his own head; this was just like Newt. As for putting himself too close to Patrick, Patrick did not believe this was the case; he did not mind it. He did not mind Newt taking his hand, either. He was surprised by it, and perhaps he was surprised by how not troubled he was, but this was all. His entertained grin told this story, especially as Newt did not manage to wipe it away for long. It was back a moment later, down the street and as Patrick leaned against the building exterior.
Newt (who was most bossy indeed) was standing over there saying his book had just come out, and Patrick found himself momentarily annoyed by the need to hold onto the tree. "Man, take your credit. They were all crowding just to speak to you." His grin remained, even as Newt failed to meet his gaze with his jitters in full effect. "Do I get a free copy for you to sign, or am I required to purchase my own copy?" he asked of the book. His smirk widened a moment later, as he continued on: "I will gladly buy a copy, if you provide me with the funds to do so." He winked, which he managed to do impressively well (given that he was currently holding a tree). "We are decorating," he added, "but only if you have found us somewhere to sleep." He knew Newt had found them somewhere. He knew this because Newt was not carrying the case, which meant he had stowed it somewhere nearby; the dude did not like leaving the case alone for long, and he most certainly did not like it being somewhere that was not easily accessible.
Patrick looked around. He was unaware of the terrible cinnamon tea loss, and he hoisted the tree up higher on his hip. "Can the newly published author show me to our temporary abode?" he asked with deliberate sweetness on golden features.