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.]

[rebelle_elle]

[She looks faintly hurt. She was taking sexy back with her, because she carried it wherever she went. It struck her as obvious. But maybe it was something you had to talk about.]

What about a bag? You look like...

[Here again, Elle stumbled and had to take out her berry.]

old man biker

[splice_of_life]

[At that, Mohinder bursts out laughing. Can you blame him?]

I look like an old man biker? I suppose a knapsack would work.

[rebelle_elle]

[She nods in approval and heads over to look for ones for herself. If they can take back whatever they have on them at the time... Elle learned her lesson after she lost her larynx. She'll keep the knapsack with her and kill anyone who tries to interfere.]

[Oh, shit. What if Peter overheard that?]

[She tenses, but after a couple seconds of Peter not crashing through a wall to reprimand her, she relaxes and goes back to browsing.]

[splice_of_life]

[Mohinder's focused on essentials. The place has an odd mixture of futuristic technology and rugged, old Western touches. There are torches and batteries, but also rope and oil lanterns. He leaves her be to finish his own 'shopping.' He's planning on living here though.]

Oh, Elle, earlier I saw a hotel. Real beds. And a saloon. [Pausing--] I'm not suggesting-- I just thought you'd like to know.

[rebelle_elle]

[Her head pops up at the words "real beds." And then her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at the rest. She bites the inside of her bottom lip and shrugs. She... will just ignore that.]

Where?

[splice_of_life]

I believe it's down the street a block or two.

[rebelle_elle]

[She gives him a somewhat exasperated look. Is he going to show her where or not?]

[splice_of_life]

I...uh...could show you?

[Oh God Elle, why so cruel?]

[rebelle_elle]

[She nods. She's never been to F3 before - why would she know her place around? Besides, it's not like there's anything awkward going on. Because she is an agent, and her stride and everything she does, even her walk out of the store, is going to reflect that, thanks.]

[splice_of_life]

[They arrived together, same week. Mohinder's never been either. But he has looked at the map someone sent out on the network as this is not the first time Val's sent them here.]

It's right down this way.

[He walks close. Not too close, God no. He's skittish around her.]

[rebelle_elle]

[It takes her a while to notice, but she can't hide her relief when she does. Some of the tension goes out of her shoulders, and she seems more relaxed, almost playful as she pokes his vest and shakes her head. She can't believe he's actually wearing it.]

[splice_of_life]

[Well he's not a monster, Elle. He just...has a little bit of trouble controlling himself. And yes, his hormones are through the roof without limiters. God, she smells good. Very good. She shouldn't come so close. It's taking effort. He wants to impress her. He pulls a bit of marshmallow out of his pocket and winks at her.]

See, good for something.

[rebelle_elle]

[She smiles and takes it. He's being... sweet. Like he used to be.]

u got ur homones out w G + now ur good rite?

[That would explain why he's being so good.]

[splice_of_life]

[Ah, that again. Mohinder looks away, feeling awkward.]

It's not-- That sounds cheap. It wasn't cheap. I've said already, I care for you both. The same way. But he offered when I needed him to. It took the edge off. Now... He can't be in the same room with me.

[In other words? Edge back on.]

[rebelle_elle]

[She frowns, trying to figure it out.]

power hungry again? + wuld u have done that 2 me?

[Um. Maybe that's too... Yeah, she's going to delete that now.]

u ok? sense were frends agin?