(Yeeeeaaaaah, about that bullet thing. Newt wasn't really in the gun-mentality of preserving bullets. Which means he'd already used all his up on the bats. Not his best moment but his choice of weapon was normally categorized in the realm of things that didn't require reloading. Things like machetes and spears. God, he missed his machete.
But about those spears-.
He's found a long piece of wood that'd make for a good walking stick for someone at least a foot taller than him (and he's already really tall) and is presently sitting on his rump taking a knife to one end to fashion it into a spear. His jacket's covered in bat guts galore and he's had worse days but he's definitely had better. It's on a scrape down to fashioning the spear into a point that he just so happens to look up and catch the eye of a gangly adult and his whole body goes corkscrew tight. A knee jerk reaction.
Call it unfortunate probably because there's no real better word for it. He'd pushed himself somewhere kind of secluded and hadn't seen anyone since sitting down so, you know, paranoia. Except Newt isn't really naturally hostile. He's caught the adult's eye and that's that.)
Hello.
(Comes a quiet greeting that somehow both manages to sound welcoming and a little bit like an accusing question. That grip on his spear is suddenly a little tighter. It might not be totally sharpened but he's pretty sure that it could still go through a human's chest cavity with just enough pressure.)
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But about those spears-.
He's found a long piece of wood that'd make for a good walking stick for someone at least a foot taller than him (and he's already really tall) and is presently sitting on his rump taking a knife to one end to fashion it into a spear. His jacket's covered in bat guts galore and he's had worse days but he's definitely had better. It's on a scrape down to fashioning the spear into a point that he just so happens to look up and catch the eye of a gangly adult and his whole body goes corkscrew tight. A knee jerk reaction.
Call it unfortunate probably because there's no real better word for it. He'd pushed himself somewhere kind of secluded and hadn't seen anyone since sitting down so, you know, paranoia. Except Newt isn't really naturally hostile. He's caught the adult's eye and that's that.)
Hello.
(Comes a quiet greeting that somehow both manages to sound welcoming and a little bit like an accusing question. That grip on his spear is suddenly a little tighter. It might not be totally sharpened but he's pretty sure that it could still go through a human's chest cavity with just enough pressure.)