[rl] House and Sylaaaaar

[vicodindose]

So House was bored and a bit twitchy, not epileptic twitchy but more a finger twitch. He swung his feet over onto his desk, pulling out his cell phone and clicking in a text for Sylar.

where u at

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[intuitivelyapt]

Sylar felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and pulled it out to look at it. What did House even want?

at home.

[vicodindose]

fly over

[intuitivelyapt]

i can't fly.

[vicodindose]

:(

[vicodindose]

:(

[intuitivelyapt]

what do you want?

[vicodindose]

i need a blender

[intuitivelyapt]

vicodin smoothies?

[vicodindose]

... two blenders

[intuitivelyapt]

... & you need me because???

[vicodindose]

transportation and labor

[intuitivelyapt]

uh-huh. give me an hour

[vicodindose]

:)

House closed his phone. Mission accomplished.

[intuitivelyapt]

Sylar snapped his phone shut and rolled his eyes. It was weird that House wanted his company out of the blue, but he wasn't going to complain. He left Pinehearst in one of Arthur Petrelli's many company cars, and started the hour-long drive to Princeton. Since House didn't specify on a meeting place, he decided to greet him at his house.

He announced his arrival by sitting in the driveway, and honking the horn. Loudly.

[vicodindose]

House hobbled out of the door, giving Sylar a look that was probably irate but really more like his everyday expression of general distaste of the world. He hopped- tumbled- into the car, slamming the door.

"To Wal*Mart." he ordered, pointing with his cane to the endless horizon.

[intuitivelyapt]

Sylar gave him a look of distaste, to show him just how pleased he was with House's requested destination. He dragged him all the way out here. To go to Wal*Mart.

"You're lucky I like you so much." He sighed. "I need to buy a toaster oven, anyway. We can kill two birds with one stone."