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[kaijugrrroupie]

Who: Newton Geiszler and Yooooouuu
Where: An seedy looking office within LA Chinatown
When: Late March, every evening between 3-5
What: Newt's arrived in LA and before his official job starts, he decides to set up a health clinic for aliens and cyborgs. Because that's a thing you do.
Warnings: over zealous discussion of autopsy probably

[The best thing about not really sleeping much every night meant that Newt got over the jetlag from moving from Japan to America pretty quickly. Nothing several cups of coffee and a bowl of overly sugary cereal aimed at children (not middle aged scientists) couldn't fix, even if it was three in the afternoon.

He's got his laptop open, absently reading the latest shonen jump--it's really not the same reading it online, but it'll do--swinging around in his chair with a bowl of cereal in one hand, sucking on the spoon with his other.

The office is pretty basic, with a desk and a few chairs, a slowly filling bookcase and a sink. He's not had much time to get things set up since he's only been in the city for a few days but it's got the essentials for setting up a totally respectable clinic. As well as suspiciously looking like a studio apartment. He's been looking into getting a gurney for patients to make it look more clinic-y and less like he's living here, but figured a camp bed would do for now. It's certainly been good enough for him, so nobody will mind. If they're visiting they probably have a few different things to worry about anyway.

He isn't even sure if anyone will turn up, but it doesn't matter. He's got about four years of academia to catch up on before he starts at Mintaka, and of course, has left it to the last minute to do it.

But then again, he doesn't need sleep. So it'll probably take him no time at all.]

Comments

[notreallygood]

[Civilians. Pff. If he'd wanted Newt dead he would have killed him days ago, and likely no one would be the wiser. It's a good thing he doesn't, at least for now. Everyone he's seen coming out of the office seems to be relatively unharmed and intact, so that is a bit of satisfaction for him.]

[He stands and moves over to Newt, not bothering to disguise the way he moves -- quiet, precise, like a well-trained soldier, with all the confident grace of a big, dangerous cat. If someone isn't paying attention, it may very well seem like he's disappeared into the shadows. Part of the act, for now. He knows perfectly well he can be very intimidating when he wishes to be.]

You're not very observant. [It's light, like he's commenting on the weather or something.] I could have killed you days ago, if I felt like I had to.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt leans away from the man when he's suddenly up in his space, but that just ends up backing him against the door. And he doubts a pineapple or fillet of salmon will help him in combat. He's spent enough time around the military to know this guy is at least solider trained, which doesn't really help the situation.

And then the guy speaks and Newt pales just a bit.]

Uh, that's totally comforting to know, thanks man.

[oh no. His brain just realised he was called not observant. He's going to get himself killed.]

And hey! I'm totally observant! Maybe not the way you are, robostalker, but I totally discovered new organs in Alternians that have never been discovered before! And figured out a completely new species before relations even opened up between us! I can diagnose people usually without having to examine them fully! And totally notice stuff about people, like your metallic accessory you got going on there, man what is with LA and cyborgs? I mean seriously, I'm gonna have to open up a robot clinic just because I've had like one alien since I've been open. But. Uh.

[he can hear one of his college chiding him for going on about nothing like an idiot.]

Thanks for totally not killing me again.

[notreallygood]

[He just listens impassively, folding his arms across his chest in an effort to (sort of) put Newt at ease. Not too much, it's always good to keep people on their toes.]

That's not hard to notice. [With a nod to his arm, and a careless shrug.] Had it before I got here. [There's a beat.]

You're helping. There's no reason to. [The 'yet' is implied, there, but when it's the Winter Soldier that is pretty much always the case.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Nothing is putting Newt at ease, and he almost drops his piled high groceries, which have been leaning dangerously to one side. He catches them just in time thankfully, but it sends him scrambling to try and regain his composure.

The mystery man's assessment of Newt's practises certainly don't make him feel any more at ease, and he gawks a little.]

Why does it feel like a 'yet' needs to go on the end of that?

[notreallygood]

[It almost makes him smile, the way Newt scrambles. It's been a while since he's had the time or the opportunity to do this sort of thing; Natasha is usually the one that interacts with their marks, and it is slightly comforting to know that he hasn't lost his touch.

Alright, so maybe he can't hide a slight smirk.]

It won't if you keep your hands clean.

[kaijugrrroupie]

Do you know how much hand sanitiser I have back there? Like, a gallon.

[Okay, so maybe now's not the time to get snarky but, seriously.]

[notreallygood]

Very clever, comrade. [Said dismissively, like he's praising a child for a job well done on some inconsequential thing. That is not what he meant, and he's quite certain Newt knows that; so he finishes with a brief shrug.]

You are being watched. I thought you might like to know, if only to keep you on your toes.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Oh wow. Newt does not like being patronised. He huffs a bit, rolling his eyes.]

You realise I'm part of CONDOR, right? I'm kinda being watched all the time? [okay, so when he says part of CONDOR he means a xenobiologist consult, but hey. Details.]

I don't need somebody else keeping tabs on me.

[notreallygood]

You are a consultant. [Details are what he's good at. One has to be, to work in the business he does. In any case, he shrugs again.]

Perhaps you don't. We'll see.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[he swallows thickly.] Well it's great to know that crazy cyborg assassins do their background reading before stalking somebody. Really great.

[he leans against the door, worrying his bottom lip as he watches the guy.] You gonna let me go now? 'cause I think my icecream is melting.

[notreallygood]

[There is a thin smile, in return.] If I didn't, I would be a fool.

Go inside, if you want. [He'll probably follow, if Newt lets him. He might even if Newt doesn't. What? He's nosy, alright.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[He turns to fumble with the keys again, managing to open the door thank god. He glances over his shoulder and his stomach sinks again. The guy hasn't gone.]

Dude, you're not gonna come inside. Just. FYI.

[notreallygood]

I don't think that's up to you. [He hasn't made a move for the door, yet, though. He's willing to give Newt the benefit of the doubt for now.]