Re: quicklog: connie/newt
[Newt was dressed as he always was, without his woolen, blue overcoat—waistcoat in a worn, warm yellow-gold, his newly-pressed dress shirt, the bowtie, and dark marled trousers held up with braces, covered by his greenish jacket with leather at the elbows. His hair was loose and his fringe fell before his eyes in a safe curtain of reddish. Freckled and awkward, he came down to the front desk after a short while, his curiosity piqued at the prospect of meeting a sugar glider. Normally, he may have begged off, as he didn't do particularly well with people, but—ah, his scientific curiosity wouldn't allow that.
The young woman at the front desk had hair a shocking white. There were purple creatures on her dress that Newt knew would be zipping about if it were magicked, and he smiled at her and her offerings. It did smell lovely, the cookies and drinks. He offered a small smile that came without eye contact as he neared the berth of the counter.—He glanced at her, briefly, when she asked about Jack, before his gaze shifted to try to find the sugar glider in his expansive manmade habitat, which he yearned to investigate.] Oh, ah—[Very many people did wonder so about Jack, but that was how it had always been.]—both, I'd say. He's always been the more... bombastic. [Another smile and Newt tapped knobby fingers on the countertop as he looked down at the spread.]