Everything here is fucking boring. There's nothing to do but explore and put the city back together. Fuck that noise. He fixed his room and that was enough, let everyone else figure out their own shit.
The only reason he's even leaving is because he's hungry and he ran out of random boxed lunches stolen from Cho's cafeteria service. He has his twin hookswords across his back, long duster jacket on even though the temperature in the residential area is pretty mild. He's still operating under the assumption that he needs to keep everything on him at all times or it might vanish or get stolen.
He rubs his eyes, the lower half of his face covered in a mask with teeth far too long, and too sharp to be human. As he rounds the corner he stops for a second upon seeing Newt. Well look who it is.
"Hey you escaped finally. Saves me the trouble of figuring out where to get a hacksaw."
Housing Area
The only reason he's even leaving is because he's hungry and he ran out of random boxed lunches stolen from Cho's cafeteria service. He has his twin hookswords across his back, long duster jacket on even though the temperature in the residential area is pretty mild. He's still operating under the assumption that he needs to keep everything on him at all times or it might vanish or get stolen.
He rubs his eyes, the lower half of his face covered in a mask with teeth far too long, and too sharp to be human. As he rounds the corner he stops for a second upon seeing Newt. Well look who it is.
"Hey you escaped finally. Saves me the trouble of figuring out where to get a hacksaw."