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[sirsognatore]

WHO: Elle Bishop, Peter Petrelli.
WHAT: After a multitude of text messages, Peter finally gives in, and agrees to meet Elle.
WHERE: Broom closet by the genetics lab (AMC headquarters).
WHEN: Afternoon.

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[scossaelettrica]

To say he was one of her favorite playthings was putting things lightly.

Daddy always said not to bother any of her superiors, but a soldier? And such a cute one at that?

Really, could he blame her for that?

Smirk set, she turned the corner and sauntered down the hallway.

"Hey you," she started, running a hand through his hair as if just tousling it and promptly shocking him.

"Been playing with mangoes again?"

[sirsognatore]

There she was, wearing next to nothing as usual, and sauntering down the hall like she owned the place. In a way, she did. Elle could practically get away with anything. Her dad was high up after all, and no one messed with his baby girl. However, she was free to mess with everyone else.

Peter grimaced as she ran a hand through his short haircut, shocking him in the process - one of her favorite past times. He shook her off, but gently - wouldn't want to hurt the girl.

Then again, she might like that.

Nng.

"Not now. Told you I was waiting for someone."

[scossaelettrica]

"Ugh, you're so... dutiful," she sneered, making a face as if 'duty' was, in her eyes, 'totally unfun.'

"Anyway, you're still waiting for this... mysterious someone? Good excuse I guess if you're slacking on practice..."

Of course she'd suggest that. It would be what she'd be doing, after all. Actually waiting for someone would be such a waste of time, and Elle didn't have that sort of patience, let alone attention span.

When she heard someone rounding the corner, she grabbed hold of Peter's arm, opened the door to the closet, and shoved him inside, herself following.

Damn, it was dark in here.

[sirsognatore]

Dutiful? Well, who else was supposed to do? What with Detective Bishop slacking off, and practically everyone else in the Antimafia Commission (Why else was there still crime and thugs on the street?). Besides, if Peter did not do a damn thing as a soldati, he'd never get promoted, and that's what he was counting on. No more doing the sloppy, dirty work for the higher ups. A cozy job like detective would suit him fine, and maybe he'll actually feel like he's doing something for this organization aside from the laundry.

"Slacking?" Peter frowned, totally serious all the time - at least when Elle was involved. She probably liked teasing smiles out of him any way. "There is someone. Got assigned to some unstable guy, and - "

In a flash, he was in complete darkness. He didn't think the girl had it in her to shove his whole body inside the cramped broom closet. She followed suit, up against him like this was her plan all along.

It probably was.

"Elle," he growled under his breath, more like a curse than actually calling for her.