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notgoingtorun) wrote2012-08-13 02:12 pm
notgoingtorun) wrote2012-08-13 02:12 pm
[for Kate]
Neal had settled in rather well to his new hut. Sure, it wasn't exactly the Queen Elizabeth-inhabited room he'd had at New Pemberley, but it was still a space all his own. He was sure that Peter would raise an eyebrow at this living situation, too, given that it wasn't one Neal had worked for to get; no, Kate offered the empty hut and he took it. (Peter would probably raise a few eyebrows at Kate, too, but there was nothing Neal could do about that.)
He'd unpacked and had begun decorating, as well as one could on the island. It didn't quite feel like home yet -- as a (reformed) con man, Neal was predisposed to be an eternal wanderer, anyway, even if he did long for home more than priceless things and notoriety these days -- but it was getting there.
Neal had a vision for the hut, but without canvas and real painting supplies, he had to improvise. He'd moved all of the furniture away from one long, windowless wall of the hut and had begun to sketch a large mural of the New York skyline, based on his view from his apartment at June's. It was just a rough outline, but it was shaping up very quickly. Stripped down to a tank-top and light linen trousers, Neal was focused on getting the bold lines of the skyscrapers just right, and was mostly oblivious to anything else around him.
He'd unpacked and had begun decorating, as well as one could on the island. It didn't quite feel like home yet -- as a (reformed) con man, Neal was predisposed to be an eternal wanderer, anyway, even if he did long for home more than priceless things and notoriety these days -- but it was getting there.
Neal had a vision for the hut, but without canvas and real painting supplies, he had to improvise. He'd moved all of the furniture away from one long, windowless wall of the hut and had begun to sketch a large mural of the New York skyline, based on his view from his apartment at June's. It was just a rough outline, but it was shaping up very quickly. Stripped down to a tank-top and light linen trousers, Neal was focused on getting the bold lines of the skyscrapers just right, and was mostly oblivious to anything else around him.