10.14

Toad turned to Newt, eyes first and body following, to hiss softly at the soft, wet salamander. "Hey, Newt." Newt's eyelids slowly glossed past his shining iris, and then back. Toad could see the swift vibrations of Newt's heart, rattling the thin skin of the chest. "Hey," Toad hissed again. "Hey." Newt did not respond. Even this was fairly rude by Toad's standards, but it was nothing in the grand scheme of things. Toad was not a sensitive soul. Tougher stuff, as went the saying. Tougher stuff. One more try, perhaps. Toad shuffled just that tiny step closer, a dry sound of legs and lips as the once-more hiss pissed out over a long second--"Heeeeeeey."
"What!?" Newt exploded back.
"Just checking."