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[rl] get your own bed spike >:(
here i dreamt i was an architect
intuitivelyapt
[It's 4 am. Sylar is sleeping. Because that's usually what normal people do at 4 am. He's dreaming about ice caves ... ]

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[He puts his elbows on the table and rests his head against his palm, watching Spike make his way around the kitchen.] Can you make waffles?

Yeah, course I can. I'm a vampire, not a moron.

You're the one who made the eggos first.

'Cause they were fast, like I said. That and I didn't think you'd whine so much. [He's already getting out the bisquick, sit the fuck down.]

Either you were whining, or I'm not making you waffles. Which is it?

[Sylar opts to not admit he was whining and just stare at Spike with a sour expression like he's five years old.]

[Spike just grins, turning around to commence waffle-making.]

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