Жар погони✿ Art by: f f c 1 c b 「https://vk.com/saltydarlin?w=wall-91406905_11320」 - — — — — — — — — — — — “Fantastic,” Percival said. He folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket, then bent down and put an arm around Newt’s shoulders. “What else did you find?” “It might shoot poison,” Newt said, allowing himself to be pulled into a standing position. He teetered unsteadily, leaning against Percival for support. “Like pew pew pew, you know?” “Pew pew pew,” Percival agreed, leading the way to the small cot tucked into a corner of the room. - — — — — — — — — — — — Percival stood, looked at him for another moment, then turned to go. He stopped when Newt snagged his wrist. “I didn’t say hello,” he mumbled without opening his eyes. Percival laughed even though Newt’s hand on his wrist was making his heart pound. “Hello, idiot.” “Hello.”