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Who: Claude and Sylar
Where: Sylar's room
When: Monday, after breakfast
If ever Sylar thought Peter was annoying, he only had to look at Cl--no, that wasn't true. Peter was still worse, but Claude came in at a close second. The man was practically invisible at first, which suited Sylar just fine. Although he appreciated having a warden around for those sorts of requests like getting his abilities back, he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of someone else looking over his shoulder, reading all his notes, and checking in on him. Especially someone he couldn't always notice. He made a mental note, again, to learn the other man's ability later.
Despite what his warden had told him to do, and what he had taunted his warden with, Sylar had never gone to the dining hall. In fact, he had hardly left his room. When he had, it was only for short periods to peruse others' rooms, including Claude's. The man obviously had a history with The Company and didn't care much for fashion. Otherwise, his room possessed a noticeable absence of things. A suggestion that, perhaps, the man liked to roam and cared little for attachments? Or maybe something about his fear of abandonment? It was difficult to say without that natural instinct that suggested why it was that other things happened. At least, in its absence, he had an even more powerful ability to keep him entertained. He was still special. More special, in fact, since he seemed to be the only one.
At least Claude was visible for now. But without locks on his room, he still wasn't too comfortable with the other man taking an interest in him. Sylar glanced up as he heard soft steps outside of his door, standing from his chair and waiting. It was a little bit after breakfast, which he had skipped, and his warden should be arriving soon.
Where: Sylar's room
When: Monday, after breakfast
If ever Sylar thought Peter was annoying, he only had to look at Cl--no, that wasn't true. Peter was still worse, but Claude came in at a close second. The man was practically invisible at first, which suited Sylar just fine. Although he appreciated having a warden around for those sorts of requests like getting his abilities back, he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of someone else looking over his shoulder, reading all his notes, and checking in on him. Especially someone he couldn't always notice. He made a mental note, again, to learn the other man's ability later.
Despite what his warden had told him to do, and what he had taunted his warden with, Sylar had never gone to the dining hall. In fact, he had hardly left his room. When he had, it was only for short periods to peruse others' rooms, including Claude's. The man obviously had a history with The Company and didn't care much for fashion. Otherwise, his room possessed a noticeable absence of things. A suggestion that, perhaps, the man liked to roam and cared little for attachments? Or maybe something about his fear of abandonment? It was difficult to say without that natural instinct that suggested why it was that other things happened. At least, in its absence, he had an even more powerful ability to keep him entertained. He was still special. More special, in fact, since he seemed to be the only one.
At least Claude was visible for now. But without locks on his room, he still wasn't too comfortable with the other man taking an interest in him. Sylar glanced up as he heard soft steps outside of his door, standing from his chair and waiting. It was a little bit after breakfast, which he had skipped, and his warden should be arriving soon.