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Someone was talking about this, and because I just finsihed rereading book seven of the Dresden Files yesterday, I thought I'd draw it ^_^

CHARACTERS FROM LEFT TO RIGHT:
Thomas Raith, Harry Dresden, Waldo Butters

I tried making Harry look less cartoony then I had him before, but I think I like hime the other way I was drawing him.

Butcher made no comment about Thomas dressing the wound that he got minutes before this scene when they were escaping to Murphy's house, so I left it.

Excerpt from Book 7, "Deadbeat"

Thomas nodded, and slipped back into the kitchen.
"So how come if I'm your fiend, you don't tell me the important things?" Butters said.
"Like what?" I asked him.
Butters gestured at the kitchen. "Well. That, you know... you're gay."
I blinked at him.
"I mean, don't get me wrong. It's the twenty-first century. You can live your life how you want, and it doesn't make you any less cool."
"Butters-" I began.
"And hey, look at the guy. I mean, I'm not even gay, and I think he looks great. Who could blame you?"
Choking sounds came from the kitchen.
"Oh, shut up!" I snarled at Thomas.
He kept on making choking sounds that bubbled with laughter.
"You should have just said something," Butters said. "Don't feel like you have to hide anything, Harry. I won't judge. I owe you too much for that."
"I'm not gay," I stated.
Butters nodded at me, compassion and empathy all over his face. "Oh. Okay, sure."
I'm not!"
Butters raised his hands. "It wasn't my place to intrude," he said. "Later, some other time, maybe. None of my business."
"Oh, for crying out loud," I muttered.
Thomas came out bearing plates of steaming, reheated pizza, some roast beef sandwiches, and crackers with slices of cheese partly melted on them. He put them down and came back with bottles of cold beer and cups of hot tea. He poured my tea fro me, then leaned over and gave me a chaste kiss on the hair. "There you go."
Butters pretended not to notice.
I punched Thomas awkwardly in the ribs. "Give me the damned pizza before I kill you."
Thomas sighed and confided to Butters, "He gets like this sometimes."

(c) Jim Butcher

Description
Someone was talking about this, and because I just finsihed rereading book seven of the Dresden Files yesterday, I thought I'd draw it ^_^

CHARACTERS FROM LEFT TO RIGHT:
Thomas Raith, Harry Dresden, Waldo Butters

I tried making Harry look less cartoony then I had him before, but I think I like hime the other way I was drawing him.

Butcher made no comment about Thomas dressing the wound that he got minutes before this scene when they were escaping to Murphy's house, so I left it.

Excerpt from Book 7, "Deadbeat"

Thomas nodded, and slipped back into the kitchen.
"So how come if I'm your fiend, you don't tell me the important things?" Butters said.
"Like what?" I asked him.
Butters gestured at the kitchen. "Well. That, you know... you're gay."
I blinked at him.
"I mean, don't get me wrong. It's the twenty-first century. You can live your life how you want, and it doesn't make you any less cool."
"Butters-" I began.
"And hey, look at the guy. I mean, I'm not even gay, and I think he looks great. Who could blame you?"
Choking sounds came from the kitchen.
"Oh, shut up!" I snarled at Thomas.
He kept on making choking sounds that bubbled with laughter.
"You should have just said something," Butters said. "Don't feel like you have to hide anything, Harry. I won't judge. I owe you too much for that."
"I'm not gay," I stated.
Butters nodded at me, compassion and empathy all over his face. "Oh. Okay, sure."
I'm not!"
Butters raised his hands. "It wasn't my place to intrude," he said. "Later, some other time, maybe. None of my business."
"Oh, for crying out loud," I muttered.
Thomas came out bearing plates of steaming, reheated pizza, some roast beef sandwiches, and crackers with slices of cheese partly melted on them. He put them down and came back with bottles of cold beer and cups of hot tea. He poured my tea fro me, then leaned over and gave me a chaste kiss on the hair. "There you go."
Butters pretended not to notice.
I punched Thomas awkwardly in the ribs. "Give me the damned pizza before I kill you."
Thomas sighed and confided to Butters, "He gets like this sometimes."

(c) Jim Butcher