Genomes Sorted: 019 ☤ Mohinder Suresh ☤ [Video]

[splice_of_life]

[Perhaps he ought to not be smiling, he's read some truly terrible things about these so-called F3s. And the fact that it has an American Western feel, just as the last had with those cannibals, doesn't seem to phase him. There's sun, real sun. And buildings! And most important? Sugar. Donuts. Milk. Guess who's found both, thank you,

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[rebelle_elle]

[Shit. Elle wants real food, but she also doesn't want to see Mohinder. Particularly since she'd been tanning for almost an hour. Still, food. Real food.]

[Not entirely happy about it, she pulls her shirt back on and heads over to the general store. It takes her a while to find it, but when she does, she pauses at the door and gives a soft knock on the door frame.]

[splice_of_life]

[Elle. He forgets to breathe for a moment and then jumps down from the rafters a safe distance away.]

If you'd like not to see me, I can leave. I just don't want you to think I'd been spying on you.

[rebelle_elle]

[That is so incredibly tempting. The offer does something to appease her fear of him, but she's still worried. She's not sure what to do or say. She's never had an ex before, and even though she had rather relished the thought at the time, the reality was now rather unpleasant.]

[What would an agent do, though? Play it cool, that's how. Play it like she's in control and knows what she's doing. Right.]

[She takes a breath and then gives Mohinder a smile that's stronger than it should be. She gives a cheerful shrug to show that she doesn't care if he stays or not. But then her worry becomes too strong, and she signs to him.]

Where is G?

[splice_of_life]

[Clark's been helping with his sign language so he shoves the rest of the donut into his mouth and signs back:]

I've no idea and his hunger might be bad so I've tried hiding.

[It's not perfect, but one can get the idea.]

[rebelle_elle]

[Oh. Oh. Right. She hadn't thought- She'd thought they'd been getting along so well, Sylar wouldn't hurt him.]

[She nods and then looks around hungrily, grabbing some snacks and eating them right there. She was never particularly good at planning ahead. Other people could hoard. She would enjoy.]

[splice_of_life]

[And he knows that well. She decimated his last stash that he and Sylar worked hard on freezing and protecting. This time he's smarter about it. And he knows when to back off, heading for another aisle so he doesn't crowd her.]

[rebelle_elle]

[She doesn't notice it right away, but she does after eating more food than is wise. Finally, her stomach a little upset from all the sweets, she wanders around, and even though she tells herself that she's looking to see what's there, she also knows it's because she can't see Mohinder, and it worries her. If Mohinder has powers now, does he still need her to protect him from Sylar? Er, Gabriel?]

[splice_of_life]

[Mohinder's just stuffing his pockets with little things...matchbooks, candles...anything he thinks he'll need. Like that awful cargo vest he just put on.]

[rebelle_elle]

[She glances at him as she passes by the aisle, then stops short, backs up, and stares. She'd known for a while that there was no god at this place, but... this is just beyond.]

[She texts him, since she doesn't want to wave like an idiot.]

ur srsly wearin that

[splice_of_life]

[He might be smiling at the text. He shoots one back.]

I've limited pockets in these trousers.

[rebelle_elle]

[Limited pockets? Does he think his cock takes up too much space or something?]

[Against her better judgement - but she is an agent, damn it - she wanders closer. Once she's got his attention, she points to his vest and signs.]

Why?

[splice_of_life]

[He pulls open some of the pockets and shows her a knife, matches, oatmeal packets....]

We take back whatever we're carrying. I need pockets.

[rebelle_elle]

[She stares at him in disbelief, then looks down at herself and the jeans tucked under her arm. Not knowing how to say this properly because Clark is a prude, she texts it out and shows it to him.]

im takkin sexy back

[splice_of_life]

[And colour him confused.]

From where?

[He...doesn't get it.]

[rebelle_elle]

[This she can sign.]

With me, idiot.

[And then it occurs. Is that... flirtatious? She doesn't want to seem flirtatious. She looks away, the awkwardness restored.]

[splice_of_life]

[He's still...lost.]

Ah, well, you do look nice.

[Did she want a compliment?]