[AU | for Newt]

"I'm pretty sure this place is out to get me."

Kavinsky didn't mean it badly, not this time. It just seemed like these things happened to him slightly more often than they happened to Newt. Which was fine, he supposed. He found he minded but he didn't mind when he inevitably woke up and there were tits in place, no more cock, all the rest of it. Newt certainly always seemed to enjoy it when it happened, so why shouldn't he too?

He yawed and stretched. The sweatpants he'd gone to sleep in were too big, and because he hadn't slept in a shirt he felt curiously exposed. He considered the tattoos on his arms and then let them drop across his chest.

"Gimme a shirt."