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Oct 22, 2008 20:40

Who: Claire, Sylar
When: Night of the 22nd
Where: their house
Rating: We'll go with PG-13
Warnings: Nothing yet, but this is Sylar we're talking about here.
Summary: It's Sylar's birthday. Claire's gotten him things. He better show up at home to get them.

( there's a piece of you that's here with me, it's everywhere I go, its everything I see )

heroes: claire, heroes: sylar

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ex_regenera246 October 23 2008, 03:20:07 UTC

She bounded up to stand, and sat down next to him on the bed. Leaning over, she grabbed hold of the dagger she had obtained, and dangled it in the air for him to see. "Not yet. Presents first." She insisted, her eyes going crossed as she held the blade up to dangle and swing in front of her face ( ... )

ttlymostspecial October 23 2008, 04:17:00 UTC

"Usually?" He shrugged. "Not much. I don't tend to make a big deal out of my birthday. My mother was the only one who still cared, really."

Sylar frowned slightly. She never actually brought up the contents of their closet with him, not even when they were scattered around the room during her tantrum, but she knew. She'd seen. "It's... very nice." He didn't comment on her usage of it, figuring telling her to stop would only upset her.

He wiped off the blood from the dagger on his pants before sitting it down on the bed and getting up to get the other presents.

ex_regenera246 October 23 2008, 05:05:43 UTC

She found a towel to wipe her hand and arm off with, and made sure everything was (mostly) free of any traces of blood before going over and picking up the cake. "I couldn't get any candles. Or any matches, either." She explained softly, going to sit down on the edge of the bed. As carefully as possible, she balanced it down on her lap, and looked over her shoulder at him with a grin ( ... )

ttlymostspecial October 23 2008, 06:04:04 UTC

"Doesn't matter." He sat down on the bed with his presents, and unwrapped them-- carefully, unfolding the paper instead of ripping it open. He smiled to show her he was pleased-- and he was, she had cared enough to try, and he wouldn't ask more from her than that.

Sylar looked down as she sang, not wanting to stare and embarrass her any further than she possibly already was. But he smiled as she did, a mixture of amusement and adoration. No one else would have done something like this for him.

He finally looked up to face her, still grinning. "Or... we could go into the kitchen and get forks."

ex_regenera246 October 23 2008, 06:09:11 UTC

"I just sang a stupid song, and you're going to humor me by eating this with your fingers and getting a little messy." She smirked, shaking her head. "The frosting won't hurt you." And just to show him that it wouldn't, she tore a chunk off of the side and plunked it into her mouth. Any frosting left on her fingers was promptly licked off and she held up her clean hands for him to see.

She was going to continue teasing him about being paranoid about getting dirty, but instead she noticed the look on his face and tore off another piece of cake, but this time offered it to him by placing it up against his lips. "What's the last birthday you remember being really happy at? Your favorite one, I guess."