#covertingly

[watsonyourblog]

"Good afternoon, Dr. Watson. I apologize for the delay, but I've received your application for Hive Penitentiary and am here to welcome you into your job as clinical doctor. No doubt we'll be in need of your services. We're lucky to have someone of your credentials with us."

          "The best news I’ve heard all week, thank you. I look forward to putting my skills to use to the best of my ability."

[conarting]

TO: MIKE FROM: NEAL

(1/3): MIKE WARREN D(•́ω•̀ )ノ (2/3): MIKE WARDEN ヽ(•̀ω•́ )R (3/3): MIKE WARDEN ε=ε=ε=┏(; •̀ω•́)R --------------- THURS, 1/30 @ 10:41PM

[conarting]

"Neal. I just went over your application for Hive Penitentiary. Needless to say, you've been accepted. And I have to admit, I'm interested in seeing the infamous Neal Caffery at work. Let's see if we can keep your conviction rate the same here."

"I'm sure I'll exceed all your expectations, Mike. Can't wait."

[conarting]

!federal meetings: [closed]

There is no concern for poverty when it came to the actions of the renown forger as he saunters about the bustling streets. Fingers are expeditious accompanied by a gentle bump -- a distraction -- as apologies are briefly exchanged. Unbeknownst was the mark who wanders off as digits thumb through the leather bound object, nosing through their current cash and plastic cards. Nothing of interest seizes his attention, pivoting swiftly upon his heel to return the item as if they had dropped it. For it was not theft he was after, merely something to stave off boredom for the time being.

Thus the cycle continues, this time with a brunette which azure hues rest on momentarily. One step shifts, their shoulders colliding briefly enough to relocate his attention from the swipe of his wallet. He waits patiently before once more opening to inspect the contents inside, sifting through pockets until a certain identification card freezes his very movements. Sliding it up, he reads through it... only to feel a twinge of homesickness permeate through his chest at the discovery.

It is within this moment he turns so he might trot in efforts to catch up to the other with bubbling anticipation to converse with him. His approach is not akin to how he might have done if heeding the exact method to garner this intelligence. Vocables call out with a quick 'Hey!' alongside the raise of his hand, halting his strides once he arrives to his destination.

"Colour me surprised," he instantly speaks whilst lips tug into a cordial smile. "Didn't think I'd run into an FBI agent here of all places. Kinda feels like a piece of home--"