[From here]Eventually, Scott came to a stop on what street-corner signs told him was Wicker Street. He seemed to have at least found a place where he couldn't see any more of that yellow graffiti. Though, the damage on the fronts of some of the buildings didn't look to be much better than the others he had seen. The first store sign he really stopped to read said "Twin Pine Restaurant." Now why did that sound so familiar? "Hmmmmmmm
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"I think the torture, brainwashing, and general dickery make adequate payment." S.T. paused, then added, "Sorry to burst your bubble."
The waiter he'd hailed earlier dropped off a cup of coffee. S.T. took it into his hands like a penitent waiting for communion. He wrapped both hands around the cup. It was a little too hot to do that for long, but he only needed a minute. He inhaled deeply. Still the only time the nonconsensual nose job he'd gotten was a plus.
The waiter had evaporated again while he was distracted. Oh well. He'd ask for food the next time someone came over to see if the nutjobs were causing trouble yet.
Scott winced and nodded in agreement at the other guy's point. His leg had healed enough by now that the nurses were letting him walk without a crutch (finally), but he had still felt the dull, painful reminder of the bullet graze the whole time he had been wandering thus far. And he didn't even want to remember the shoulder wound before Raine had healed it. Never mind all the off-the-wall danger he'd faced before the Institute, either. At this point, he figured he deserved about ten free lunches. And a Dreamcast. And Billy Corgan singing him "Happy Birthday, Scott!" while they both rode a roller coaster over a herd of unicorns, followed up by Licks Burger and a mountain of ice cream
( ... )
It was the guy who'd signed his bulletin petition, even if he'd obviously not managed to cue into the neon-sign subtlety of "real name". Every time Sangamon had tried subtlety, it had gone over like a fart in a sewage treatment plant. Unnoticeable by any rational measure. Didn't anyone take civics any more? Or basic composition? Shit, at this rate he was going to sound sixty by the time he'd hit half that
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While it had been really, really awesome of Sam to let Wally have his bagel like that, it hadn't been nearly enough to make even a scratch on his appetite, so when the buses pulled into town Wally wandered his way over to the Twin Pines Restaurant. Inside was pretty empty, but that made sense considering how early it was. Hopefully they'd still let him use his coupon anyway, since he could really go a plate of something to help fill in the bottomless pit he called his stomach.
That in mind, he picked out a spot at an empty table and started looking over the menu to try and pick what he could get with the coupon the institute had given him. ...and if he could maybe beg something a little extra from the staff.
The memory of last week's maggot-filled burger fresh in his mind, Sylar figured that he'd be better off trying out the diner than returning for another 'tasty meal'. It was farther away from the bookstore, but in a town this tiny, it wasn't like it mattered much, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he confirmed he'd made the right decision. After all, Grell might've been the most promising ally Sylar had encountered in a while, but that didn't mean he should ignore Zack's best buddy, did it? Besides, they'd never really cleared up what had happened the other night, and no one wanted something like that hanging over a friendship.
He approached Wally's table and slid into the seat opposite him, pulling a menu from behind the napkin dispenser and glancing down the list.
"I'm thinking maybe... cheese omelette. With sausage."
A huge grin overtook Wally's face as he glanced up and saw Zack settling down opposite him. After Tony being 'released' and everything else, it was really great to see that his remaining close friend was doing okay.
"Huh? Oh, for the other night?" He shook his head rapidly, the easy smile still lighting up his face. "Nah, don't worry about it. That was really nothing like how you were acting before, so I figured there had to be something else going on. This place doing something to you or something like that, right? So it's not your fault."
Not to mention it definitely hadn't been the first time that Wally's friends had been mind-controlled or whatever into attacking him, so he wasn't lacking in experience there. "Honestly, I'm just glad neither of us got badly hurt, so don't get too hung up on it, Zack. You're my friend and, well, seems like I can use all of those I can get.
"Anyway," Wally continued quickly, tapping the menu against the table. "If you really want to make it up to me, I'm sure I can think of something."
Looked like Wally had taken the route of 'unwilling patient violence' in his justification of... whatever Sylar had done the other night. It was still fuzzy in his head, but the way Wally was talking, it sounded like Sylar's Zack facade had gone out the window as quick as his sense of rationality. All he really remembered was feeling incredibly hungry...
Huh. Probably had just acted like himself, then.
"You're my friend and, well, seems like I can use all of those I can get."
"You and me both," Sylar muttered with a smile, glancing up at the sound of Wally's menu hitting the faded tablemat. After a second's consideration, he slowly raised a brow and looked his buddy in the eye.
"If you think you're getting my coupon, you can forget it."
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The waiter he'd hailed earlier dropped off a cup of coffee. S.T. took it into his hands like a penitent waiting for communion. He wrapped both hands around the cup. It was a little too hot to do that for long, but he only needed a minute. He inhaled deeply. Still the only time the nonconsensual nose job he'd gotten was a plus.
The waiter had evaporated again while he was distracted. Oh well. He'd ask for food the next time someone came over to see if the nutjobs were causing trouble yet.
"Sangamon Taylor. You?"
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That in mind, he picked out a spot at an empty table and started looking over the menu to try and pick what he could get with the coupon the institute had given him. ...and if he could maybe beg something a little extra from the staff.
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The memory of last week's maggot-filled burger fresh in his mind, Sylar figured that he'd be better off trying out the diner than returning for another 'tasty meal'. It was farther away from the bookstore, but in a town this tiny, it wasn't like it mattered much, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he confirmed he'd made the right decision. After all, Grell might've been the most promising ally Sylar had encountered in a while, but that didn't mean he should ignore Zack's best buddy, did it? Besides, they'd never really cleared up what had happened the other night, and no one wanted something like that hanging over a friendship.
He approached Wally's table and slid into the seat opposite him, pulling a menu from behind the napkin dispenser and glancing down the list.
"I'm thinking maybe... cheese omelette. With sausage."
He glanced up at Wally and smiled wryly.
"Or do I owe you an apology first?"
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"Huh? Oh, for the other night?" He shook his head rapidly, the easy smile still lighting up his face. "Nah, don't worry about it. That was really nothing like how you were acting before, so I figured there had to be something else going on. This place doing something to you or something like that, right? So it's not your fault."
Not to mention it definitely hadn't been the first time that Wally's friends had been mind-controlled or whatever into attacking him, so he wasn't lacking in experience there. "Honestly, I'm just glad neither of us got badly hurt, so don't get too hung up on it, Zack. You're my friend and, well, seems like I can use all of those I can get.
"Anyway," Wally continued quickly, tapping the menu against the table. "If you really want to make it up to me, I'm sure I can think of something."
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Huh. Probably had just acted like himself, then.
"You're my friend and, well, seems like I can use all of those I can get."
"You and me both," Sylar muttered with a smile, glancing up at the sound of Wally's menu hitting the faded tablemat. After a second's consideration, he slowly raised a brow and looked his buddy in the eye.
"If you think you're getting my coupon, you can forget it."
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