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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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[He's genuinely okay with that. Apparently, attempting not to kidnap someone next time is up to Spike's standards. However, at Sylar's question, he turns back to his roommate, scratching absently at his eyebrow.]

Give her a minute. Or even a few, alright? She'll come back down.

[ She pulls out her phone to text Peter briefly and then moves on to ... nose through Sylar's shit hastily. And when she's done with that, she'll go nose into the other rooms. Spike's is pretty straight forward because it's obviously Spike's and she doesn't want to fuck with his life. Because he's her bro. And then there was Brian's room. Which she will stand in the doorway of and stare into awkwardly. Hnnnngh. Slow awkward step in. ]

Come on. How long does it take to use the bathroom, really?

Relax, huh? Don't overanalyze it. [He glances at his phone, also having just received a text from Peter, tucking it back in his pocket and reimbursing himself in the show.] Oh, watch this part, mate. This is brilliant.

[ Okay, you know what? Fuck Brian's room. Her curiosity is sated and her life is not going to become some awful horror movie where he conveniently gets home and assaults her. ... Again. So, she's ducking back downstairs now, but walking straight over to the kitchen instead of the living room. ]

Want anything to drink, Spike? [ While she's over there, might as well ... make it seem like she's not digging through drawers and cabinets for a knife instead of a cup. ]

[Spike's surprised to see her emerge so quickly, but when the question comes he can guess what she's up to. He may as well play along.] Wanna put on some tea, luv?

You should get me a coke. [What? She's getting something for Spike, the least she could do is get him something, too.]

[ Well, SPIKE didn't cut her head open and -- you know the rest by now. She shoots a glare over her shoulder at Sylar but pulls a coke out of the fridge anyway because ... what the hell, more reason to be over in the kitchen for a while. She begins hunting through cabinets. ] Yeah, sure thing. [ It's meant for both. ]

Where's the kettle? [ While she shuts one of the cabinets, she pulls the big butcher knife out of the knife block. That awkward moment when she's grateful that they live with Brian ... Whatever. The handle is getting tucked into the back of her pants, and she tugs her shirt over it to hide it. Best hiding place ever? I think so. ]

Next to the stove, bit. [He answers absently, sinking back into his program.]

I don't know why you're special enough to get tea. [He slouches back into the sofa with his arms crossed and tries to pay attention to the program. With a minor amount of success.]

Right. Beside the stove. [ She is actually going to fill it with water and put tea on because she's ... not sure if he was just being a bro or if he seriously wants tea. And now she wants it anyway, so regardless. Tea is happening. But once it's on, she grabs the soda can off the counter and walks over behind the couch, leaning on the back of it between Sylar and Spike and tossing it into Sylar's lap. ] Happy Birthday.

[He had heard the metal as she tried so carefully to slide the knife out of the drawer, and he could only guess Sylar had heard it too. This was about to get messy, but he was here to back Claire up, and he stiffens, keeping his eyes trained on the TV as he gets ready to interfere.] Didn't know it was your birthday, mate. So sorry I didn't get you anything.

[Oh, Sylar. Such an idiot.] It's not my birthday. [said with an unadded duh. He's going to start opening his can now.]

Edited at 2011-04-29 01:08 pm (UTC)

Good. Guess I don't have to feel bad about bringing this instead of a cake. [ The "this" is vague at first but quickly explained when she ... pulls the knife out and tries to stab him in the back of the neck with it as quickly as she can manage. With any luck (and she has none) she might even ... succeed before he TK's her. ]

[Don't mind Spike he's just going to ... try to take his lighter back out of Sylar's pocket while he's ~distracted~]

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