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Who: Claire, Sylar
When: Night of the 22nd
Where: their house
Rating: We'll go with PG-13
Warnings: Nothing yet, but this is Sylar we're talking about here.
Summary: It's Sylar's birthday. Claire's gotten him things. He better show up at home to get them.
( there's a piece of you that's here with me, it's everywhere I go, its everything I see )
When: Night of the 22nd
Where: their house
Rating: We'll go with PG-13
Warnings: Nothing yet, but this is Sylar we're talking about here.
Summary: It's Sylar's birthday. Claire's gotten him things. He better show up at home to get them.
( there's a piece of you that's here with me, it's everywhere I go, its everything I see )
"You better not make fun of my singing, either. Or I'll never do it again."
She stuck just the tip of her tongue out as she took in a breath, and began to sing him happy birthday. She felt stupid, and childish, and knew that she looked like a little girl doing such a silly thing. But she always got sang to on his birthday, so she wanted to make him feel as special as her family always made sure she did.
When she was finished singing, her cheeks and any visible flesh on her body were flushed with hues of pink, and her head was bowed so he couldn't see that she wore a look of embarassment. "There aren't any candles, like I said, so feel free to just dig in. Um...there aren't any forks, either."
She hadn't done that on purpose, although it would be entertaining to see him eat cake with his hands.
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