hi guys yes I am still around I have not died
if you want to find me I am mostly over on my kono account or my malia account s o
- "The peanut butter is gone."
- "Did we use all the whipped cream last night?"
- "Please tell me you like your coffee hot."
- "Is that a doughnut?"
- "FUCK THE POLICE!"
- "You're screwed."
- "Wait, are you.... are you trying to hit on me?"
- "You are a horrible human being."
- "Looks like you're not coming home tonight."
- "Your shirt is on backwards."
- "I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"
- "I need a hug."
- "I could kill you!"
- "Kiss me."
- "You’re so weird."
- "Why are you wearing that?"
- "You coward."
- "You’re all out of ____."
- "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
get a reaction from my character
Neal’s hands are shaking but he stubbornly ignores it as he disarms the security - no wonder a thief with any sort of knowledge could easily make off with any of these works of art - and sets the painting down. If he pretends his hands are steady, then they will be. It’s all part of the con, and he can con himself if he tries hard enough, stares hard enough at what he wants to see.
If he ignores the rest of the reality in front of him. Pick one color and fill your view with it, ignore the encroaching grays and sickly greens that portend a worse fate than the one you’re hoping for. He’ll figure a way out of this. He’ll fix this. Just keep Peter out of prison and keep himself safe until the end of his sentence. He’ll fix it.
His pulse is thudding in his ears like a countdown to an explosion, and he furrows his eyebrows as he reaches into his jacket for a knife to slice through the canvas. His hands are steady, but he has to adjust his stance. He presses the tip against the canvas and is about to press when the explosion goes off - the one in his head, the one in his heart, the timer’s beeping and he’s run out of time, and he can’t fix this. It’s over.
He feels the finality as he looks up at Peter, feels it as acutely as he feels the desire to run, to disappear and reappear in warmer climes, to take the plane Mozzie always promised him and never look back. They can’t prove anything if they can’t catch him.
But he can’t move. He can’t do anything but look stupidly at Peter.
"It isn’t what you think it is," he repeats, slowly stepping back, limbs heavy as though only just recovered from an illness, as though just stepping out into the light. "Peter," he starts, and then stops. He doesn’t know what to say. He can think of a million lies, even versions of the truth, but he doesn’t know which one to pick. He doesn’t know what words will save them both.
"Then what is it?" He struggles to keep his voice even, to keep his voice calm. If he does that, they can see through to the other side of this. If Peter Burke keeps his head on straight, maybe he can realize what Neal is doing: it’s got to be some part of the investigation. It’s the only explanation that doesn’t involve -
"Neal," He responds. "You explain it to me, right here, and I work out a way that doesn’t end with me putting you in cuffs. Because this? That’s where I see this going."
All pretense is out the window.
"You what, Neal? Thought you were going to come in here and steal something? For what?"
He doesn’t understand.
"Help me understand."
He’d made a deal with the devil.
Neal had known this since the beginning, had sensed the abyss in front of his feet, but he’d stepped in willingly, even eagerly - because he was doing it for Peter, to keep him out of prison, to keep him from ever looking as haggard as he had for those six weeks. He would do anything to prevent that.
So he’d agreed.
This time, Hagen had wanted a Monet from a small art gallery in town, the same one at which he and Peter were investigating an entirely unrelated theft. It hurt the part of him that hadn’t grown up wealthy; he knew these people were just starting their gallery and already had faced troubles. He’d be making it worse.
Orange jumpsuits haunted him, so he touched Peter’s elbow and said he was going to take a look around, see if he couldn’t turn up any clues.
He slipped his leather gloves on once he was in the next room. First things first, deal with the security, and then he just had to get it to the drop zone out back and Peter would be safe for a while yet.
There was something going on with Neal. Granted: there was always something going on with Neal. Day in, day out. Sometimes it was something simple: he thought he could get an agent to take him somewhere outside of his radius. Sometimes it was something more difficult, more dangerous: a music box or a lost lover or James.
And no, Peter isn’t in jail anymore. His name was cleared. But something - it feels off. It feels wrong. It’s not that Neal is acting different, persay.
Maybe it’s not Neal at all. Maybe it’s him.
He shakes it off. Nothing to do about it now, nothing to consider now. Right now, he needs to focus on this case. With Seigel gone, he’s needed in the field, as Neal’s handler. It’s not the situation he wanted and it’s certainly not the one that Neal needs, to keep them both out of jail.
It’s all caught in his head when Neal disappears with a touch of his elbow.
It still feels off, wrong. He’s still trying not to concern himself with it, because to be the agent he needs to be, he needs to get this off his mind.
There’s an authenticity question. Peter’s eye’s good, but it’s not that good, and Neal is only in the next room, so Peter instructs the man to wait with Jones while he goes to hunt down Neal.
The thing about Neal is that things go wrong, and things break, and it happens constantly. Good things don’t seem to stay with that kid - and it’s not always that he messes them up. He’ll stress to the end of his career that Kate’s death wasn’t Neal’s fault. Things happen to Neal, people happen to Neal that Neal can’t control - things like his father coming back. Things like Siegel.
But this -
Peter is frozen in the doorway.
The thing about Neal is that things go wrong, and they’re not always his fault, but Neal is wearing black gloves.
"Tell me it’s not what it looks like, Neal."
What happens when a stream of water is exposed to an audio speaker producing a loud 24hz sine wave
5x05 — Master Plan.