Day Fourteen - SiNfully Delicious

[not_most_people]

Who: SiN
Where: Castle, their room
When: Later Afternoon
Rating: PG

Summary: Nenael gets in from a long day of seconding, and the pair briefly discuss his day.  New arrivals come up, and the angel mentions he's seen Peter Petrelli, setting Sylar off.  They discuss the younger Petrelli brother and his ability (and possible troubles) before Nenael

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[and_snow_fell]

He was kind of worn. Playing nice to all the new people was ... well ... trying. He would have liked to have snarked at a few of them. "I like how Damion rolls in and new people start showing up," he commented as he eased into the room. "At least one newcomer, and rumors of another."

He crossed to the bed, sprawling gracefully across his lover since he was taking up so much of the bed.

[not_most_people]

"Hello to you too," he remarked, raising an eyebrow at the body suddenly strewn across him and trying not to think about the things he was going to do to the angel later.

They'd get to that. Eventually. Later.

"Anyone interesting?" he inquired, genuinely curious.

Newcomers were fun, sometimes. Like when they tried to punch you for offing people they knew on the other side.

[and_snow_fell]

He stretched out alongside Sylar, shaking his head. "Bumped into a Peter Petrelli in the hall, and there was some noise outside that makes me think someone else has shown up. Half our recruits have moved into the castle, so ... there are people, in the hallway."

That was going to be irritating. "Damion's talking about opening the dining hall. And throwing a ball. If I haven't already shared this with you."

Eyes closed, he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "How's your day been?"

[not_most_people]

He'd stopped listening roughly after 'Petrelli'. Sylar tensed a bit, eyes opening fully.

"Peter Petrelli?" he repeated, "That's ... interesting."

The last time he'd seen Peter ... well, he'd been dead. Or so he'd thought. But if he knew anything about the Petrelli kid, it was that he absorbed the abilities of others in ways Sylar himself couldn't. And if he'd been around Claire, which he was also fairly certain of. Well let's just say it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.