It... shows. He blinks a little as he steps in, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket. There's a lot of things that make him feel like this isn't really Newt's apartment, but what the hell does he know about 1920's magizoologists?
"Thanks, man," he mutters, a little unsure of what to do now that he's here.
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Date: 2019-01-17 08:25 am (UTC)"Thanks, man," he mutters, a little unsure of what to do now that he's here.