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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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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?

Oh trust me, I'm aware. You're not the one who has to clean the blood out of the microwave. [He takes a minute to eat his own body weight in food (which is less than you might think because apparently he's hollow like a chocolate Easter bunny) before speaking again.] I wonder what would happen if you drank my blood ...

Think I'd get super powers?

[ she's just sitting here lookin' horrified. ] Let's not test that theory.

[no1curr, Claire.] Maybe. I was thinking more along the lines of regeneration. If my blood can bring someone back to life, in theory, shouldn't it be able to restore someone from ... unlife?

...Bit's right, better not test it. [Lo mein is really tasty, uh-huh.]

You know, suddenly, I'm really not hungry. [ She'll just ... gingerly return that takeout box to the coffee table. Augh. ]

And it was a good one, huh. We're just going to pretend you never had it.

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