Dear Newt,
Thank you for not running off at the sight of my monkey pajamas last night. Shit. Sorry, I was kinda in a hurry so I didn't have time to change before going out to meet you. Fuck, that was embarassing. Do me a favour and forget about it, okay?
Also, thank you, for being a better person that I'd thought you'd be. I don't know, last night, I just felt like you had this aura, Newt, a really warm aura. Like a campfire. It's December, but sitting right next to you on a park bench, talking about things...it made me feel warm all over.
Anyway, was something wrong the moment we met? You sorta had your jaw open and your eyes wide, and when I greeted you hi, all you said was "Holy klunk," and you mumbled the rest to yourself. I wasn't that ugly, was I? Was the sight of purple monkeys too much for you to bear?
I'm happy that we're back to normal, thanks to our talk last night (even though it snowed--I've caught a cold today, you know?) I hope you feel the same way.
Yours sincerely,
Thomas
PS. You can keep my jacket for a while, if you want.
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YOURS SINCERELY • newtmas au
أدب الهواةThomas is writing letters to Newt, who seems to be the other side of the coin he's stuck to. ( tmr highschool au feat. newtmas with a dash of bromantic minewt )
