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Who: Thylas, Zhygure
When: This evening, after his visit with Claire and Sylar.
Where: Up above the world so high. Like a --
Rating: Um. TBD. For now...PG.
Warnings: Oh god IDK.
Summary: Finally, eh? A long overdue conversation with Thylas and Zhygure.
He walked up there, moving with his normally ever-so-graceful movements. He watched around, his head up high. He had a very long conversation to have with Zhygure. And not to mention, a very overdue one. They had so much to talk about, so very much. The fighting had been fun at first, for him. Amusing, and some entertainment, however, it was boring now. IT was like the same fights over and over again, over meaningless things. Especially when the way they bantered, it was as though they were teenagers fighting.
He was over it by now.
The awkward and odd conversation that led to him saying much more than he ever wanted Zhygure to know, the comments back and forth. The fact that he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with Zhygure at the moment. And how insisting that he was not avoiding him barely seemed to help. Although Thylas knew he was avoiding Zhygure. He was not above trying to properly construct a lie to Zhygure that was so good that even he would believe it himself.
Right now, he didn't care if Zhygure resisted the fact that they did need to talk. "I'm busy" he heard it again and again. Thylas didn't care.
No, it was necessary, even if he didn't much want to do it himself.
When: This evening, after his visit with Claire and Sylar.
Where: Up above the world so high. Like a --
Rating: Um. TBD. For now...PG.
Warnings: Oh god IDK.
Summary: Finally, eh? A long overdue conversation with Thylas and Zhygure.
He walked up there, moving with his normally ever-so-graceful movements. He watched around, his head up high. He had a very long conversation to have with Zhygure. And not to mention, a very overdue one. They had so much to talk about, so very much. The fighting had been fun at first, for him. Amusing, and some entertainment, however, it was boring now. IT was like the same fights over and over again, over meaningless things. Especially when the way they bantered, it was as though they were teenagers fighting.
He was over it by now.
The awkward and odd conversation that led to him saying much more than he ever wanted Zhygure to know, the comments back and forth. The fact that he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with Zhygure at the moment. And how insisting that he was not avoiding him barely seemed to help. Although Thylas knew he was avoiding Zhygure. He was not above trying to properly construct a lie to Zhygure that was so good that even he would believe it himself.
Right now, he didn't care if Zhygure resisted the fact that they did need to talk. "I'm busy" he heard it again and again. Thylas didn't care.
No, it was necessary, even if he didn't much want to do it himself.