Day Nineteen - And Now Back to Regularly Scheduled Sylaring
Who: Sylar, prodding Nenael
Where: Beach Is it wrong I wanted to leave that there? Ahm. Castle. SiN room.
When: Late evening
Rating: R? I think that's the Sylar Standard (patent pending)
Invasion: Do we need this line anymore?
Status: Closed, ongoing
Summary: ... what?
Sylar had spend most of the time following his confrontation with Chase pouting in a manner reminiscent of a six year old who needs a nap. He'd even retreated to his own room instead of the one he'd been sharing with Nenael, more out of courtesy than anything else; he knew how big an asshole he could be when he was pissed off. And he had been seriously pissed off.
Pressing open the door to his usual lodgings, Sylar was decently neutral; not angry anymore, but not overly thrilled either. He was pretty pleased to be back here, though; his own room hadn't been the same. Even if it had a pencil holder full of feathers.
Where: Beach Is it wrong I wanted to leave that there? Ahm. Castle. SiN room.
When: Late evening
Rating: R? I think that's the Sylar Standard (patent pending)
Invasion: Do we need this line anymore?
Status: Closed, ongoing
Summary: ... what?
Sylar had spend most of the time following his confrontation with Chase pouting in a manner reminiscent of a six year old who needs a nap. He'd even retreated to his own room instead of the one he'd been sharing with Nenael, more out of courtesy than anything else; he knew how big an asshole he could be when he was pissed off. And he had been seriously pissed off.
Pressing open the door to his usual lodgings, Sylar was decently neutral; not angry anymore, but not overly thrilled either. He was pretty pleased to be back here, though; his own room hadn't been the same. Even if it had a pencil holder full of feathers.