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[rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
even if i wanted to.
intuitivelyapt
[Sylar had to execute his plan perfectly. First he had to wait until Friday, which was a trial considering how he'd rather just hop back to Claire's world (His? Was it really his anymore?) and grab her any old time.

But he told her Friday, so he waited. Besides, she had to appreciate the humor of it. Even if she pretended not to when he sent her the video.

Next was waiting for the perfect moment to "borrow" Spike's world-hopping device. Swiping things from his roommates wasn't always easy, but he'd learned to be sneaky and subtle about it. (Or at least, he thought he did.)

Then it was a matter of finding Claire. Luckily, she was in Costa Verde. Easy as pie. Pie she'd soon be baking for him.

In the middle of his house-wide search for Claire, Miss Moppet found him, pouncing on his shoe. It was almost disappointing to see that she was slowly but surely growing up from her original kitten size. Picking her up off the ground, Sylar opted to wait on the living room sofa while entertaining the cat on his lap. Claire would reveal herself sooner or later.]

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Right, and I've got some oceanfront property you should check out in Arizona. [ She's just going to ... get up and move to Spike's other side now. It's going to be musical chairs for the rest of life. ]

I'll bet.

[Yeah, he's moving too. He's this close to holding her in place with telekinesis, but he won't. Because HE'S A NICE GUY. Look, at least he hasn't started the arm-around-shoulder routine again.]

So, have you ever watched this before? Spike really likes it.

[Spike glares at Sylar, but he's not moving, so you're probably halfway in his lap if you're really that determined to sit with Claire.]

It's a bloody classic. It's a shame they cancelled it.

[ Oh, sure. So kind. This is officially too dogpiley and horrible for Claire so she's just ... clawing for the arm rest of the couch and scooting as close to it as she can possibly get and they can just ... sit in each other's laps and be gay. ]

Soap operas aren't really my thing. [ She glances past Sylar at Spike, giving a half shrug. ] No offense. I just prefer stuff like Gossip Girl and 90210. [ ... TOTALLY DIFFERENT. ]

[The more she claws, the more Sylar tries to occupy the space she used to reside in. Too bad it wasn't a hell of a lot of space and he's still practically in Spike's lap. ]

I think we should be respectful of Spike's choices in television-watching.

Thank you, Sylar. But you know, bit's gotta point. 90210 isn't half bad. We didn't get Gossip Girl in Hell, though. [He looks over at Claire, a bored expression on his face like a 200lb gazelle isn't sitting in his lap, and she isn't clawing for her life.] Is it any good?

I think you should respect my desire to not be here, I guess neither of us get what we want. [ She's much more civil when she answers Spike, though. ] It's pretty good. I mean, it's gotten kind of redundant but I guess most shows do when they go on this long. I'm pretty sure everyone is tired of Chuck and Blair's failed romance now.

I think the fact that 90210 is on in Hell should speak for itself. [Deadpan stare at Spike. God he's so tired of this entire conversation.] You know what I like? Desperate Housewives. [This is his awkward socially stunted version of trying to join in ... ]

That one's not half bad. I like the redhead.

Are you kidding me? It's not exactly realistic. I mean, a plane, like, crashed on their street. At least 90210 and Gossip Girl are realistic.

It was a small plane! It wasn't like it was a jetliner.

I'm with Sylar. Weirder happens in the suburbs every day.

What suburbs do you live in? [ ... excluding her weird suburbian life. whatever man. ]

I'm from New York. [In Queens. Which is basically a suburb. Let him have his pride, okay.]

Yeah, mate, we know. [He looks at Claire like what even. They both live in ~weird~ worlds. You're supposed to back him up here. He figures she's probably just disagreeing to not agree with Sylar, but still. He could use a little solidarity here. Especially since his leg had gone numb-- which was kind of weird considering he had no circulation :C ]

You lot have super powers, don't tell me nothing bizarre happens in your neighborhoods. I'm not buying.

[ Her thought process is pretty much visible in her expressions.

She could always bring up the time that her house was blown up in a nuclear explosion by Ted.

Or the time her dad and West kidnapped Elle and let her electrocute herself.

Or the time Sylar broke in and -- yeah, not that one.

Or the time Elle broke in while she was going all freaky self-electroshock.

Or the time that Elle and Sylar broke into her house and -- there's kind of a pattern here.

Or the time that the agents came to search the place for Alex. And then came back for her. Or --

She shakes her head.
]

... Nope. Perfectly normal in my corner of suburbia.

[He lets his eyes roll back into his head and shudders for a second.] Claire. You just lied so hard you gave me an aneurysm. [Yeah that was his dramatic reenactment of an aneurysm. He's a dumbass.]

[Hey, Spike thought it was funny :C ]

Handy trick you got there. Always forget about that one.

If I'd known I could lie you into an aneurism, I would have tried harder. [ She rolls her eyes. ] Okay, fine, so maybe it's not normal town exactly, but I'm not exactly normal. The people in Desperate Housewives are. Their lives would never be that insane.

Now I know you've never actually watched the show.

[He snorts.] It is pretty ridiculous. [Spike's just going to .. slide away from Sylar slightly, immersing himself in the show.]

Would you just shut up? Some people are trying to watch TV.

[Look, Sylar wasn't too happy about having to sit on Spike's lap, either. So he is perfectly fine with Spike moving to the side.

After a couple of minutes of silent TV watching, the Chinese arrives. Sylar gets up to get it and lays it all out on the coffee table for the three of them to eat. (But mostly him.) He's already working on the complementary egg roll.]


It's not quite the cake I was promised, but I think you guys are really gonna like this.

[Spike manages to sneak a container of dumplings, handing a pair of chopsticks to Claire and angling the container towards her.] Yeah, mate. Ta and all.

When you said arrange a cake, how was that supposed to entail me making it? [ She's shooting a glare at him while she gets her chinese. ]

Besides, that'd be kind of rude, wouldn't it? I mean, [ she stuffs some food in her face, ] Spike, can you even eat, you know. Regular stuff? [ ...He's eating right now, you stupid bint. ] I thought you needed blood or something, right?

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