RP Narrative [Sylar]

[occupymymind]

While it may not have been clear to anyone else, it was very clear to Mohinder. Sylar was reaching the end of his rope and it was now a matter of when he was going to snap, not if.

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[occupymymind]

Mohinder was already starting towards the hallway and the bathroom - past the wall he was far too intimately acquainted with - when the door slammed, making him jump. "What?"

He looked back over his shoulder, spine twisting and arms wrapped around his body to pull his shirt off over his head.

[occupymymind]

He paused, hands dropping from his sides as he turned back to Sylar. "I went in to get the little's girl's doll. That spray was far too hard for a child to move in against."

He looked to the kitchen and back to Sylar. "Who was what? What the hell are you talking about?"