Cigar Case, White Collar/Addams Family, G
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veronicasleepsTitle: Cigar Case (Follows Treat and Searching)
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Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie, Gomez, Morticia
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover with the Addams Family, under age smoking.
Summary: Something pale catches his eyes.
Notes: I'm working off the 60's version here, mostly.
Also, I hope you still enjoy this, it's great fun to write.
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whitecollar100 , prompt #005 Case.
The house is really nice, Mozzie thinks. There are so many things around here, he could probably live three lifetimes and never see all of it.
He stops in his tracks, suddenly, when something pale catches his eye.
It's a hand.
When Mozzie just stares at it, wide eyed, as it creeps out of a wooden case next to him and offers him a cigar, Mustache Man -Gomez, he said to call him Gomez- just laughs and claps Mozzie on the back. "Meet Thing T. Thing!" He says, and pushes the cigar into Mozzie's mouth.
"He's our helping hand around here."
Mrs. Mustache, he doesn't know her name yet but he thinks she's very beautiful and she's got a very soothing voice, puts two fingers underneath the cigar tip, and: snap, snap! It lights!
If he weren't coughing so bad, he'd probably wonder why he isn't freaking out, but the smoke in his lungs demands his whole attention.
"Look at how green he turns! Isn't that absolutely his colour?" Either that's Mrs. Mustache or the little girl, his ears are ringing a little bit.
He feels better, though, when Thing feels his forehead. Thing's palm is nice and cool.
Author:
veronicasleeps Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie, Gomez, Morticia
Word count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover with the Addams Family, under age smoking.
Summary: Something pale catches his eyes.
Notes: I'm working off the 60's version here, mostly.
Also, I hope you still enjoy this, it's great fun to write.
Written for
whitecollar100 , prompt #005 Case.The house is really nice, Mozzie thinks. There are so many things around here, he could probably live three lifetimes and never see all of it.
He stops in his tracks, suddenly, when something pale catches his eye.
It's a hand.
When Mozzie just stares at it, wide eyed, as it creeps out of a wooden case next to him and offers him a cigar, Mustache Man -Gomez, he said to call him Gomez- just laughs and claps Mozzie on the back. "Meet Thing T. Thing!" He says, and pushes the cigar into Mozzie's mouth.
"He's our helping hand around here."
Mrs. Mustache, he doesn't know her name yet but he thinks she's very beautiful and she's got a very soothing voice, puts two fingers underneath the cigar tip, and: snap, snap! It lights!
If he weren't coughing so bad, he'd probably wonder why he isn't freaking out, but the smoke in his lungs demands his whole attention.
"Look at how green he turns! Isn't that absolutely his colour?" Either that's Mrs. Mustache or the little girl, his ears are ringing a little bit.
He feels better, though, when Thing feels his forehead. Thing's palm is nice and cool.
