Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
[Sorry, Adrian. A small, smacking pop heralded Newt's arrival. He didn't, actually, feel anticipatory anxiety when it came to Apparition, but, then, he'd spent much more of his adult life among wizards and witches than Adrian. Newt was unaware of any such feelings at all, and he arrived in his button shirt and trousers. It was getting a bit too hot for the waistcoat even, but he did hang onto the long-sleeved shirt. He rucked the cuffs up to his elbows and, voila.—He knew he was coming to meet Adrian, rather than Adrian's counterpart, which did breed apprehension, but only just. When it came down to it, Adrian was still the man's oldest and closest friend.
In addition, if there was more awkwardness now than there had been, the redhead wouldn't notice it, as he was always awkward. So, pop and there he was, just beside the picnic table, just in time to hear the bite down of metal on metal. Newt glanced to the lighter, then to the man sat on the picnic table. He smiled nervously and his gaze shifted rapidly over the surface of the pocked wood.] Hello.