Re: quicklog: connie/newt
[Newt's interest could be difficult to attain—and sustain—for more than fleeting pleasantries. Often, his head was elsewhere in the clouds, only brought back at the sight of something shiny, as if he were some manner of niffler. Shiny for him, of course, referring to the strange or unusual. He was the sort who could easily forget the world when he was working and doing what he enjoyed. He found he didn't appear to need people as others did, though he didn't know whether that was justification on his part or true or something in-between. He did believe in the in-between, absolutely. He was still sharp-eyed and years of studying the behavior of beasts did elucidate certain truths about humans. Or, if not truths, potentials. Connie appeared young and quite energetic. There was something of a kindred spirit about her, he thought, though it had been only seconds. It did help ease him some.
With a smile and deference, Newt dropped his gaze.] 'Rather fond of arguing' may be the best description. [He glanced at Connie as she rounded the counter to stand beside him. It was infinitely easier to look up at the cage, to wonder at its accoutrements and, of course, the beast inside. With a dutiful ear, Newt listened to Connie's description. He already spoke with a softness, so he did not have to do much to alter his volume. He smiled at the woman. He knew something of attachment issues with pets.—A flop of red hair announced a nod at the information before Newt gave a glance and smile at her exaggerated pantomime of romance.] Both, actually. I maintain quite the menagerie. I'm capable of being quite patient. I won't jostle him, you've my word.