#soundsofspace

Greenwich is like- well, it's pretty much every stereotype Newt's heard of London- old and quaint and very green, with markets and weird little alleys and a church which is probably pre-America;

Newt finally finds his way out of the maze and into the park, struggling up the massive hill to the dome at the top and - shit, he's gonna be late, and what is SoundsOfSpace decides it's already just to weird to be meeting an internet groupie- let alone one who can't even bother being on time, and just leaves-

But as he makes his way up, getting hot even in the fall chill, the sun hot on his back- there's someone at the top.

And, okay, it doesn't mean anything, necessarily; this is England, there are probably loads of dorky nerds who wear tweed and sweater vests and adorable grumpy librarian glasses on a string;

But there's the cane, and the guy looks up and sees Newt and Newt can read the same kind of 'is that him it looks like him only I don't know what he looks like and oh no what if I'm wrong-' that's going on in his brain right now;

But he doesn't move, he shifts his weight and fidgets with the cane and oh fuck they're going to be here all day at this rate;

"Hey," Newt tries a smile, steps forwards, "I'm Newt- GojiraKaiju, I mean, are you-"

"SoundsOfSpace," he gets an uncertain smile, then he straightens and tries to go for this haughty look which is just even more cute, "My name is Hermann, pleased to meet you;"

"Oh my god," Newt grins, but takes his hand anyway, "You are like, so English it hurts, do you bleed tea or something-"

Hermann is trying to look offended, but the smile keeps threatening to crack through, "And you may as well be wearing a sign saying 'ugly American'," he lifts his nose and it's just a bit too much and that smile's still there for Newt to find it insulting, "Overbearing, underdressed and never on time- well, except for now;"

Newt frowns because- okay, pretty much guilty as charged, but he's like ten minutes late-

Hermann nods at the ground, Newt looks down and-

"Oh holy shit, you made a joke, you actually made a joke- is that like, you're one joke a year quota? It's an actual pun-"

He gets off the International Date Line, there's a bunch of tourists wanting to take pictures on it anyway;

Newt leads him over down a side path, this far up, Newt can see over the docklands and the river, the dome and the banking district- all glowing gold in the late autumn light; it's a gorgeous view;

"So," Newt digs his hands in his pockets, "D'you want to show me round- tell me where you get all of your ideas-"

Hermann gives a theatrical sigh, "If I must,"