Newt panted. What a vigorous day. Even in the excitement of figuring out how to get rid of those great, giant, glorious monsters, he could feel something happening in his lower regions. He was cold... Why? Oh yeah, he had been chased by a baby Kaiju and pissed himself. Right.

In the excitement he had managed to slip away from the group. Time to wash the day away.

Hermann tapped his cane against the bathroom door impatiently. "Are you done yet, Newton? I would like to wash the sweat and blood off myself."

"You can always hop in and join me!" the shorter scientist sang out between the broken notes of his current shower song.

"Tempting," He rolled his eyes, "But I prefer a solitary wash."

"Then you'll have to wait for your turn," Newt smiled, brushing his teeth in the shower. He was still giddy from proving his friend wrong. Oh, this would be fuel for years.

It took him a full thirty minutes before he found himself clean enough to leave the now steamy bathroom in just a fluffy blue towel. Hermann could be seen physically fuming as he leaned against the wall in wait.

"Whats wrong? Tired?" Newt looked at him with teasing green eyes and wide taunting smile, "Maybe you should shower and sleep."

"You can be quite inconsiderate," Hermann watched him skip barely out of arm's reach, as if ignoring him, and in a swift moment he swung his cane upon the brat's back end.

"AH!" Newt clenched his eyes closed, hopping up and down, starting to sob. "That really hurt!"

"I tapped you," Hermann grumbled, limping into the bathroom for some alone time.

"After you beat me half to death earlier," Newt sulked, rubbing his bum and slumping away to his room for some fresh pyjamas and rest.

"And you deserved every hit," the man leaned his cane against the wall as he undressed.

The night seemed uneventful, except for some vivid dreams. So colorful and wild, at least to Newton. Running from the baby again, his heart racing, his breath coming in short pants as he tried to get escape. The warm feeling in his jeans when he really thought he was dead... It was so warm.

The body alarm kicked in, waking the mathematician at around 6:45 am. He still felt exhausted and heavy from the day before. Regardless, Hermann sat up and stretched his legs. He grabbed the cane and went to go make some coffee.

"Newton?" Hermann knocked several times, "Do you want some coffee?" No answer. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm up. I'll get me some coffee in a minute." His voice did not sound so upbeat and perky. Not that he was like that first thing in the morning, but it sounded a little different.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm ok, I'll be out in a minute!"

Hermann just shrugged and limped back to the kitchen to check his brewing drink. Now some french toast would go nicely with this.

Eyes peeked around the corner at the caned man. Good, he was distracted. Perfect time to scurry to the bathroom.

Hermann could hear footsteps behind him. Such a ridiculous lad. "Newton?"

Newt quickly shoved the sheets and blanket into the landry shoot, after dosing it with water of course. Then down went his pyjama pants and undergarments. "So it is true what they say about peeing dreams," he laughed at himself some.

Hermann read the paper, alternating between sips of hot joe and petite bites of french toast. The food would be cold and the coffee stale long before Newt made his way to the kitchen, apparently.

"What's for breakfast? Smells great!"

"I was wondering if you'd make it in time for the food to still be edible."

"French toast! I love French toast!" Newt nearly jumped out of his skin as he squealed in delight. Grabbing his awesome Jurassic park plate, he took the toast, barely putting syrup on it, and ran to the table.

The corner of the paper fell down to reveal the silly sight of Newt's joyful eating. The expression he had could be compared to the pure glee of a puppy running through flowers, or something along those lines. It was adorable in the way that only babies, animals, or baby animals could be.

"Is it good?"

"You know it's good! It's great!" A blush of joy came across Newt's face as he took another large bite.

"Your table manners leave a lot to be desired." Hermann cringed some as he watched the scientist not even bother to swallow before speaking.

An audible gulp was heard as Newt's throat stretched around the chewed food, "Well you can't expect me to eat like I'm having tea with the queen when you make such a delicious meal."

Hermann hid a smile behind the paper, "I will try to take that as a compliment. I'm sorry I hit you with my cane last night, I was very tired and irritable."

"As you always are," Newt stuck his tongue out, "You keep making meals like this and I'll forgive you every time."

Hermann looked at the childish action and sighed some. The brat knew how to push his buttons in ways no one else could.

Despite the huge success, there was still plenty to do and there never seemed to be enough time to do it. Hermann did what he did best, using calculations and math to figure out the next steps, while Newt happily dissected the pieces of Kaiju they had.

The sound of a splatter could be heard behind Hermann's head. What an obvious noise.

"No Kaiju entrails on my side, Newton!" he limped over, kicking it away, "Do you even listen to a word I say?"

"I do when it ends with you slapping my butt," Newt marked, still focused on what he was doing.

Hermann glared at him, ready to make another comment to that but calmed himself. "When was the last time you decided to take a break?"

"I am busy doing work right now. And plotting many things." Like how to get me one of those skin lice.

Hermann just rolled his brown eyes and took to the door. "I'm going to get myself some sustenance, you should as well."

"Yep, got it," Newt didn't bother moving, other than his arms to adjust the microscope.

An hour went by before Hermann limped his way back to the lab to see the boy still there. Of course he was.

"Newton."

"Hm?"

"Newton?"

"What?"

"Have you eaten anything?"

"French toast."

He shook his head and walked over, standing above him, "The specimen isn't going to walk away. Go eat."

"I ate this morning, you should remember," the groupie mostly ignored the man as he jotted notes in his little pad. He kept one by each of his instruments, so they normally ended up having blood smudges on them.

"That wasn't a request. You need to have more than one meal a day." Hermann pulled at his arm to get him from the table.

"No! I'm busy!" And uncomfortable for some reason. Very uncomfortable, for that matter... Why?

Hermann made a face when he pulled the boy more. "Look at this mess," he turned and looked to Newt's pants, "You've gone so long without a break you couldn't even get yourself to the toilet."

"What?" Newt looked down and blushed, "I was wondering why I was feeling so cold."

"Go clean up this minute!"