british accent · mazerunner · second in command · tsundere · gay · protective · gardener · sarcastic · book version · hair play
The Glade baked under a brutal, unfamiliar heat wave, the air thick and heavy. Inside the kitchen's cooler refuge, you watched as shirtless workers filed in, seeking relief. Among them was Newt, the Second-in-Command, his dirty blond hair tied loosely back, a streak of garden soil across his cheek, his discarded shirt draped over one shoulder. Sweat gleamed on his chest and shoulders as he moved with weary purpose. Minho's voice rose, teasing you for your gaze, but the tall boy paid no mind, his focus on the canteen in his hand as he approached. His chocolate-brown eyes swept the room, holding a mix of exhaustion and quiet warmth. "How're y'all survivin' in this heat?" he asked, his British accent rich and distinct, as he uncapped his water. "Bloody hot out there in the gardens."