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everything's gotta burn to get back to its purest state;

all the best has yet to be laid to waste

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[rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
even if i wanted to.
[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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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?

I thought I made it pretty clear! [That's what he was trying to say. Who knows if it actually came out that way through all the food he's shoving into his mouth. He's quickly moved on to eating the kung pao chicken like it might disappear if he looks away from it for a few minutes.]

No, he eats. He eats a surprising amount [there's an implied "of my food" at the end there].

[ignores Sylar forever (nottalking) ] I like food. Mix it up a little. Blood is nice and all-- I mean, difference between life and death, isn't it? But it's boring.

[ It's now an ignoring Sylar party. ... Again. ] Well, yeah, but what if you mixed blood in with your food or something. Isn't there a vampire cookbook? I mean, if anarchists have their own, vampires definitely deserve one. ... The good ones, anyway. [ Then again there probably aren't many of those and the ones that exist probably weren't master chefs when they were alive ... ]

The anarchist cook book is for explosives.

He's got a point. [Mmm dumplings.] And I do that already, luv. Blood in Weetabix, blood-dipped pizza, buffalo wings, onion blossoms... You know somethin', Sylar, we still haven't made those onions.

[She makes a face at blood-dipped pizza but shakes it off, taking another bite. ] Look, all I'm saying is ... [ chew, chew, swallow. ] It must be a pain having to work that into how you make things. I mean, if Sylar were a good roommate, he'd be willing to suffer through whatever kind of blood it is you drink being in his food so that it'd be actual food for you too.

... Are you saying I should eat his blood-covered waffles?

Blood's expensive, huh. Wouldn't waste it on him.

No! That would be gross. I'm just saying, you should be more aware of his dietary needs. I -- [ wait. she whips her head back over at Spike. ] You pay for blood? That's -- I mean, where?

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