[Something shiny?? Credence gives Newt another look, brow furrowed in confusion, like him having something shiny - ergo, something probably valuable - is the least likely thing to ever happen. And Newt's creatures should know that already, obviously. Animal sixth sense, or... something?
But the niffler is patting him again, and Credence turns his attention back to the little guy in time to watch him rifle through his... self and produce a coin.
He blinks. It takes him a moment to hesitantly reach out and accept the galleon. Oh!] Thank you.
[And if Newt has managed to free himself from the other creatures and join them, Credence will look up at him with a kind of muted wonder. This fat little thing just gave him a gift??]
[Niffler seems satisfied at the thanks, sitting up proudly as Newt approached. He crouches with raised brows and an amused grin, which prompts the niffler to burrow underneath Credence's jacket with his snout sticking out.]
He hasn't given me anyone anything since I was a student. He must like you. [He reaches towards him, but it's only to offer him a hand up. Niffler seems to relax when he realizes it, unballing his little fists from Credence's shirt.] You might find that missing later if he changes his mind. Fickle thing.
[oh my god there is so much fuzzy creature in his jacket, what does he do—] —O-Oh. Well, it's his. I don't need it.
[He stares wide-eyed at the niffler as he says this, addressing him more than Newt again. It's easier, and it seems smarter to talk to the thing crawling around on him directly, just in case. He might even try to smile for a fraction of a second, but that could just as easily be a wince of discomfort. Niffler, his shirt is wrinkled now...
Then,] Oh. [That time, to Newt, as he hesitates before taking his hand to get up. That was... an adventure, but whatever feelings he's having about it he doesn't voice aloud. Newt will have to interpret Credence's mild look, which at least has the added and rare benefit of eye contact as well as Credence glancing past him voluntarily toward the rest of the case's bizarre habitat.]
[Newt does a bit of staring, even if it's unintentionally. It's something Tina did, watching Credence's expressions for any sign that he might be enjoying himself. He liked to think he was more subtle.
He wasn't. Whether or not Credence was smiling, Newt was, and he wasn't going to stop unless something cataclysmic event was taking place outside the suitcase.
But Credence was inside it, so it's probably fine.] Mooncalves! This way, we'll see Pickett and Dougal as we pass by. [And hey, he'll keep holding his hand to lead him through the tents. Niffler seems to be stuffing more coins into Credence's pockets as they go.]
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But the niffler is patting him again, and Credence turns his attention back to the little guy in time to watch him rifle through his... self and produce a coin.
He blinks. It takes him a moment to hesitantly reach out and accept the galleon. Oh!] Thank you.
[And if Newt has managed to free himself from the other creatures and join them, Credence will look up at him with a kind of muted wonder. This fat little thing just gave him a gift??]
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He hasn't given me anyone anything since I was a student. He must like you. [He reaches towards him, but it's only to offer him a hand up. Niffler seems to relax when he realizes it, unballing his little fists from Credence's shirt.] You might find that missing later if he changes his mind. Fickle thing.
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[He stares wide-eyed at the niffler as he says this, addressing him more than Newt again. It's easier, and it seems smarter to talk to the thing crawling around on him directly, just in case. He might even try to smile for a fraction of a second, but that could just as easily be a wince of discomfort. Niffler, his shirt is wrinkled now...
Then,] Oh. [That time, to Newt, as he hesitates before taking his hand to get up. That was... an adventure, but whatever feelings he's having about it he doesn't voice aloud. Newt will have to interpret Credence's mild look, which at least has the added and rare benefit of eye contact as well as Credence glancing past him voluntarily toward the rest of the case's bizarre habitat.]
Mooncalves...?
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He wasn't. Whether or not Credence was smiling, Newt was, and he wasn't going to stop unless something cataclysmic event was taking place outside the suitcase.
But Credence was inside it, so it's probably fine.] Mooncalves! This way, we'll see Pickett and Dougal as we pass by. [And hey, he'll keep holding his hand to lead him through the tents. Niffler seems to be stuffing more coins into Credence's pockets as they go.]