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WHO: Mohinder Suresh (notdouble0seven) & Sylar (make_it_tick)
WHAT: Utter and complete awkwardness... and possibly some drugged tea.
WHERE: Mohinder's house
WHEN: Day 64
He wasn't ready for this.
Maybe he should write back, say he changed his mind, tell Sylar to forget it...
But no. He was too damn curious, and not a few more days or weeks or years would help him to be ready for this, anyway.
Since their exchange in the journals he had been sitting at his kitchen table, staring blankly at the pages in front of him. His tea had gone completely cold and the milk had started to form little clouds on the surface. It didn't matter. All he could think about was what in the hell was he going to say...
Everything had changed so much since he arrived here. It was like being on a completely different planet. Who knows, maybe they were. His head spun just thinking about it and he sighed softly as he rested his chin on his hands, trying to ground himself somehow. Nothing made sense anymore, so why should Sylar be an exception?
Mohinder rubbed his neck, feeling for a wound that should be there but wasn't. That night was still mostly a blur... some clarification could be useful... right. Clarification. It was funny how he knew full well he was trying to fool himself, yet he continued to do it.
Even worse than all of that (god, was it even possible?), Sylar's powers returning... he couldn't deny he was curious about that, too...
"Yes, because asking a power-hungry murderer 'please, would you mind testing the limitations of your abilities for me?' is a bloody fantastic idea," he snarled at himself, trying to push that idea out of his mind for good.
One eye on the door, Mohinder drummed his fingers on the tabletop.
Nothing he could do now but wait.
WHAT: Utter and complete awkwardness... and possibly some drugged tea.
WHERE: Mohinder's house
WHEN: Day 64
He wasn't ready for this.
Maybe he should write back, say he changed his mind, tell Sylar to forget it...
But no. He was too damn curious, and not a few more days or weeks or years would help him to be ready for this, anyway.
Since their exchange in the journals he had been sitting at his kitchen table, staring blankly at the pages in front of him. His tea had gone completely cold and the milk had started to form little clouds on the surface. It didn't matter. All he could think about was what in the hell was he going to say...
Everything had changed so much since he arrived here. It was like being on a completely different planet. Who knows, maybe they were. His head spun just thinking about it and he sighed softly as he rested his chin on his hands, trying to ground himself somehow. Nothing made sense anymore, so why should Sylar be an exception?
Mohinder rubbed his neck, feeling for a wound that should be there but wasn't. That night was still mostly a blur... some clarification could be useful... right. Clarification. It was funny how he knew full well he was trying to fool himself, yet he continued to do it.
Even worse than all of that (god, was it even possible?), Sylar's powers returning... he couldn't deny he was curious about that, too...
"Yes, because asking a power-hungry murderer 'please, would you mind testing the limitations of your abilities for me?' is a bloody fantastic idea," he snarled at himself, trying to push that idea out of his mind for good.
One eye on the door, Mohinder drummed his fingers on the tabletop.
Nothing he could do now but wait.