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"YOU LOOK LIKE A CARTOON"
I made a slightly cartoonish version of Neal Caffrey and it is also the first time I've drawn Neal (or Matt Bomer). I'm still improving my art and I hope you like it <3
@operationmorewhitecollar #WCElevators
New chapter published. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13574987/1/White-Collar-An-unofficial-novel-part-6 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24021169/chapters/57791830
Some of us look at Mark that way. 😉Go to the original post to see several photos. Posted @withrepost • @barbicandev Just because #mattbomer and #marksheppard Actually, pretty much my two favourite men, and yes Mark, we look at him that way too (picture 2). #BringBackWhiteCollar https://www.instagram.com/p/B112tpuH0Oc/?igshid=18r7z45oomedx
White Collar | We Walk Fast
Peter has come to Neal’s place and found Alex in his bed.
"What about Kate?" Peter asked and walked around approaching the sofa.
"Well, you told me to forget her."
"And you listened to me?"
"There's a first time for everything."
There was a small chessboard in the bookshelf, mid-play.
"Oh, who you playing?" Peter asked and moved a pawn.
"Please, don't touch that," Neal said at once and Peter moved the pawn back. "What are you doing here? What happened to the hotel?"
"Motel," Peter corrected. "And it was occupied."
"Oh, the dog still staying there?"
"Yeah. What's with the dog?"
So Peter had finally realized that he needed more than a bed and a TV.
"Now you understand why I was forced to seek other accommodations."
"Lucky for us," Peter said with a smile that Neal was not sure he liked.
"Us?"
"Yeah. Su casa es mi casa, right?"
"Right…" He had said that and meant it, but now when he had Peter there, unexpected and breaking up an important meeting, maybe delaying the retrieval of the box for months and months, he was not in his best mood to have his handler as a guest any longer.
"Oh, I just got hungry," Peter declared and sat down on the sofa. "Where's the remote?"
Neal realized that no matter how much he loved Peter and how much he would do anything to save his life, he could not live with the man.
"This is gonna be really fun," he mumbled as he walked towards the kitchenette. "Would you like some wine?"
"Beer if you have."
Neal did have a beer. Not because he drank it himself, but because both Peter and Jones did, and life had taught him that is was a good thing to be able to offer something to drink that the guest enjoyed. He even made sure he had of both Peter's and Jones' favorite brands. Neal took the only bottle out of the fridge, opened it and gave it to Peter.
"Have you eaten?"
"No, have you?"
"No. I'll get started right away."
"There's a Domino around the corner," Peter said. "I'll pay."
"No, thanks." Neal opened the fridge again and brought out the ingredients.
"Thought you liked pizza."
Peter had found the remote control and turned the TV on, finding a baseball game.
"This is my home, Peter. In my home, there are certain standards." Whatever subtext Neal had tried to imply on that comment, it was lost on Peter. As he had thought it would be.
"As you please."
"How much is left of the game?"
"Oh, about an hour."
"Good. Dinner is ready in an hour." No way that he would risk that Peter took his plate and sat down with it on the sofa to watch the game.
Peter did not seem too happy about it. He glanced at his preparation by the stove.
"Didn't know you could cook."
Neal grinned. It was not easy to surprise Peter in that department.
"Which chef do you imitate?" his guest asked. What? "I mean, you are a forger. You copy things."
He glanced at Peter, who obviously thought it was very funny. For Neal, it was not.
"Peter, that was crossing the line."
Peter's smile was gone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
"I know."
The irony was that the one reason Neal loved to cook was that it could not be forged. Whatever he did in the kitchen it was his own work. No fake, no trick. To be able to excel in something entirely depending on his own skill helped him feel like something more than a crook.
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It is time for Peter Burke to find Neal Caffrey
Neal was in Europe last time we saw him. It is time Peter go and find him.
