[Kit had been by far the best thing about teaching at MIT. Teaching people who were older than you and not as smart had been incredibly difficult, and Newt often hadn't been taken seriously. But he'd met Kit when she was still just a kid and had instantly taken a shine to her. It wasn't just her incredible mind, but also her complete and utter awe of Newt (and damn right too, Newt was awesome after all) that had him wanting to take the girl under his wing. And after she'd expressed a want to learn more about more advanced sciences, stuff that public schools could not provide her, Newt offered up his services to tutor her, in any fields she wished to learn about, which were almost always invariably about his research into cybernetics and regenerative tissue.
He had missed her during his time in Japan, and the mention of implants on his advert had him worried. He'd known about her obsession with extreme body modification, but never thought she'd actually go through with it. At least from someone she didn't know. She'd asked him a couple of times to install certain upgrades, and at the time Newt had felt too much like a protective big brother to let her do it. He'd wished he had now, because who knows what back-alley she'd gone to.
The knock at the door has him almost choking on the bowl of cereal, and he has to hack up a marshmallow before he can actually get out of his chair to go and open the door. He can smell the take-out before he even opens it, and decides that cereal suddenly doesn't cut it anymore.
He's grinning when he opens the door, but his expression falters when he sees her leg--only confirming his original fears--and takes the bags off of her to give her a frown.]
Mein Gott, kiddo. Where the hell did you get that?
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He had missed her during his time in Japan, and the mention of implants on his advert had him worried. He'd known about her obsession with extreme body modification, but never thought she'd actually go through with it. At least from someone she didn't know. She'd asked him a couple of times to install certain upgrades, and at the time Newt had felt too much like a protective big brother to let her do it. He'd wished he had now, because who knows what back-alley she'd gone to.
The knock at the door has him almost choking on the bowl of cereal, and he has to hack up a marshmallow before he can actually get out of his chair to go and open the door. He can smell the take-out before he even opens it, and decides that cereal suddenly doesn't cut it anymore.
He's grinning when he opens the door, but his expression falters when he sees her leg--only confirming his original fears--and takes the bags off of her to give her a frown.]
Mein Gott, kiddo. Where the hell did you get that?