Not Everyone Agrees

Many people call Hermann a monster, but at least an equal number believe he is anything but.
==Meta==
Notes: An item-by-item answer to curiumKingyo's 5 times Hermann wasn't a monster + 1 he was told from alternate points of view.
(Originally posted here and related to "5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster" ().)
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===TAXONOMY===
Not Everyone Agrees: One; revised by "Art". 
Please see "Taxonomy". 
===FIFTH ONE===
Not Everyone Agrees: Two; revised by "Tutor". 
Please see "Fifth One". 
===CHALLENGES===
Not Everyone Agrees: Three; sorta revised by "Constants". 
Please see "Challenges".
===CONNECTIONS===
Not Everyone Agrees: Four; revised by "Romantic". 
Please see "Connections". 
===THUNDERSTORMS===
Not Everyone Agrees: Five. 
Please see "Thunderstorms". 
===SHOW AND TELL===
Not Everyone Agrees: Plus One; 
Okay. Newt needs something to distract himself from the last Kaiju attack and the new samples just aren't hacking it. The Kaiju was dead, yeah, but the Jaeger almost went down, too. Like that one from Anchorage did a few months back. Hermann got so upset back then he was impossible to be around for a couple of days.
So he finally does it. He finally goes to the studio at the edge of the Bone Slums and has the design applied to his forearm. Not the creature from a couple of days ago, but an old favorite instead. It takes all afternoon and when he gets back he was almost high on happiness at seeing it in living color on his skin. Or maybe he's only buzzed on adrenalin. He makes a beeline for the lab and for Hermann. There really isn't anyone else in Hong Kong he wants to show.
"Hermy!" he calls as soon as he clears the door at a jog. "You'll never guess what I just did!" He crowds up to Hermann at the man's desk, rolling up his sleeve, barely able to contain his excitement, nearly bouncing on his toes. This is so awesome, he just has to show it off right now. "Yeah, so, since you'll never guess right, I'll be nice and spare you the effort."
He flashes a forearm still covered in film from the tattoo parlor. For a moment Hermann looks impressed, maybe even ... flattered. Then his face collapses into a black scowl and he jerks himself to his feet, knocking his cane from its place hooked over the edge of his desk.
"What exactly does this mean, Doctor Geiszler?" Hermann snarls. He picks this moment to lord his extra three inches of height over Newt, doing his best to loom. "Are you out of your kaiju groupie mind? Don't you know people wake up every day fearing it could be their last because of these ... monsters? Don't you know what we do here?!"
Hermann is as mad as Newt has ever seen him and Newt has seen him mad a lot. Usually, he's the reason Hermann is angry, so at least that's that same. Every muscle and tendon in the man's face and neck is as tight as a bowstring and Newt can actually hear the teeth grinding in the back of his jaw. For one of very few times in his life, Newt takes a step back from another person.
"I don't even know anymore why are you here. You're always playing and being obnoxious and inconvenient. I've lost count of how much damage you've caused to our lab with your entrails and barely-contained fumes. And now, to top it all, you just made yourself a walking monument to the very beings you should be helping destroy! This is not even ridiculous anymore, Newton ... ."
Hermann's face flushes bright red and, as he stares down his nose, Newt feels so much like an insect about to be squashed it's not funny at all. Or maybe like someone about to be stepped on by a kaiju. And then the ... jerk has the nerve to smirk at him. He knows ... Hermann knows how much he's hurting me. And he's getting off on it. Not even Kaiju smirk like that.
"Dude ... ," Newt starts as Hermann spins on his heel, grabs his cane, and limps away with the stiff dignity only a pissed off Brit can manage. All of the day's excitement drains out of Newt and he folds into Hermann's recently vacated chair exhausted.
Godammit, this is as bad as their first meeting. It's that day all over again. Newt presses the heels of hands against his eyes under his glasses. Just when he was starting to think he and Hermann might, someday, kinda, get along, and maybe, possibly, in the distant future, be friends ... .
Dammit.
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