[He'd really needed to get out of the office. His concentration had been dipping all morning and he's pretty sure he's drunk every last drop of caffeine CONDOR has and he's not sure he wants to be around for the fallout when they notice.
And hey, when was the last time he even took a walk around the city? Or visited Fang's tattoo place? Or even took an afternoon off? The more he thinks about it, the more he realises just how much of a rut he's been working himself into. Oh man, he's not even up to date on all the manga he'd been following in Japan. Goddamn.
He decides then and there that he deserves the afternoon to himself because he's been working way too hard and if he's not careful this'll be last time all over again. But he still grabs his tablet to read over his notes. Just in case he missed something. And his doodle-covered notebook. Just in case. He then pulls on his scraggy MIT hoodie and takes to the streets.
After making sure to stop at Fang's to say hi and ask about a bare patch of skin he'd been saving on the back of his knee for something big, picking up three very thick, very brightly coloured back copies of his manga magazines and poking his head around the door of a few shops downtown, Newt takes up residence in a coffee shop. He buys the biggest cup of coffee with the most amount of shots they can legally give him and a cinnamon bun and settles in a corner, constructing a makeshift workspace out of two tables--actual work on one side and fun work on the other.
Yeah. This is way better than that stuff old office.]
CONDOR/Around L.A.
And hey, when was the last time he even took a walk around the city? Or visited Fang's tattoo place? Or even took an afternoon off? The more he thinks about it, the more he realises just how much of a rut he's been working himself into. Oh man, he's not even up to date on all the manga he'd been following in Japan. Goddamn.
He decides then and there that he deserves the afternoon to himself because he's been working way too hard and if he's not careful this'll be last time all over again. But he still grabs his tablet to read over his notes. Just in case he missed something. And his doodle-covered notebook. Just in case. He then pulls on his scraggy MIT hoodie and takes to the streets.
After making sure to stop at Fang's to say hi and ask about a bare patch of skin he'd been saving on the back of his knee for something big, picking up three very thick, very brightly coloured back copies of his manga magazines and poking his head around the door of a few shops downtown, Newt takes up residence in a coffee shop. He buys the biggest cup of coffee with the most amount of shots they can legally give him and a cinnamon bun and settles in a corner, constructing a makeshift workspace out of two tables--actual work on one side and fun work on the other.
Yeah. This is way better than that stuff old office.]