op (maldito) wrote in repose, @ 2018-04-18 01:03:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | *log, newt penhaligon, ren solitaire |
Log, coffeeshop: Ren S & Newt P
Who: Ren Solitaire & Newt Penhaligon
What: a cuppa
Where: the coffeeshop
When: fuzzy-recent
Warnings/Rating: TBD
He'd been promised a proper cuppa, and he couldn't very well pass that up. Newt Penhaligon was far too curious to do any such thing. Far too curious, even, for his own good. Perhaps it wasn't wise—meeting the man Adrian was potentially seeing—, but as it was just for tea, just for a cup, he couldn't see the harm in it. Of course, he couldn't see the harm in most things, which was how he ended up with a suitcase brimming with beasts, but that was neither here nor there. He came to the coffeeshop just around seven. The sky was beginning to darken, the sun seeking the line of the horizon, and it was cool out, as if spring was still coming to Repose. But, Newt, who was trying something rather new, wasn't wearing his practically trademarked blue coat. Instead, he wore a jumper, gray and striped and utterly mundane, along with a dark pair of trousers. It'd been years since he'd dressed in anything but his waistcoat and Oxford shirt. But, he earned far less stares this way. Which hardly bothered him, but bothered others. Newt entered the coffeeshop with his chin to his chest, his footsteps duck-footed and long as he passed over the threshold. He gave the space a quick look about, then made for the counter. His gaze was a flit and flutter through the droop of ginger fringe that covered freckled face, and he waited a moment to be noticed, before he decided he should likely look at the menu and have an order ready, in case it wasn't Ren that came to help him. He began to mull over the tea selection, leaning against the counter with his elbows, face turned up toward the menu. |