resolved for my life to wear a funeral suit

[gimp]

This is Newt. Can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to it proper quick.

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pre-support group yata yata

[arms]

[ Minho has, finally, figured out where the shuck Newt lives. It had taken a little while, because the city is big, and they don't really broadcast where people live, but he knows Newt well enough. He's his brother, and it might as well be by blood with how much they've shed for each other.

And he's not about to just let him turn a cold shoulder his way, not after how they parted. Not after how much they'd been through together.

It takes him some polite asking, some charming, to figure out which apartment is his, though. The mailboxes don't have names - or, well, Newt's doesn't, probably for this reason - and after that it's a matter of jogging up the stairs, trying to figure out what the hell he wants to say.

He figures just knocking on the door will work well enough, but kicking it down is still in the cards for the next five minutes. ]