[RL] Falling into place.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike knocks on Sylar's door, it's 1:36 AM. This time, though, he knows Sylar is awake. He can hear his breath from here.]

Gabe, listen up. We're going to the store. ..That work for you?

We're out of Weetabix.

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[intuitivelyapt]

[God damn it. Sylar just wanted to read his book in peace. 8( But now he has to deal with Spike and this Gabe bullshit.]

I don't know why you're asking me if Gabe can go to the store. There's no one named Gabe here.

[rudolphofvamps]

That's why I'm going to eat a box of Weetabix and forget about Faith. Are you with me?

[intuitivelyapt]

Sounds like a plan. [Yeah he's over this. Sylar goes through the door and gets a shopping cart. You don't even know what you got yourself into by taking him to Walmart.]

[rudolphofvamps]

[Only he kind of did. It's how we know his mental state is really questionable rn.]

Why's she have to act like I'm the closest she's got to a friend on the planet, huh? Me. Bloke who bloody staked her.

Sad part is, it might just be true.

[intuitivelyapt]

[Sylar starts his shopping spree by heading toward the junk food aisle. It's where everything he wants out of life is.]

She tried to stake you first, remember? Her personality doesn't spell winner to me. It's her own fault for not knowing how to play the game. I'm an ex-serial killer with sociopathic tendencies and I can still fake my way to having enough friends to put on my top eight.

[rudolphofvamps]

Your top eight. You do know MySpace was obsolete even when it was popular, right? [These buffalo wing Doritos look really delicious

[intuitivelyapt]

[WOW SPIKE. RUDE.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike's going to pick up said orange Cadbury egg and 'huh' at it. He didn't know they existed either, apparently.]

I don't bleeding know. Seems that's what she wants after almost makin' me dustbuster chow.

[intuitivelyapt]

[He's throwing them in the cart. Along with these fucking peeps.]

I wouldn't.

[rudolphofvamps]

Know you wouldn't. Do you one better, know I shouldn't give a second care to this whole mess. So why cant I stop running it back in my head?

[intuitivelyapt]

[He dramatically puts his hand on Spike's chest, over his cold dead heart.]

Because you're not using your head. You have too much going on in here. Let it go.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike's scarred eyebrow goes way up, but he has to agree with Sylar there.]

Since when have I ever let anything go, mate? Or better yet, used my head. Dunno if I even still can.

[intuitivelyapt]

I dunno, you're usually pretty eager to play Dr. Phil with me.

[rudolphofvamps]

I always thought of myself more as a Dr. Oz.

[intuitivelyapt]

He's a medical doctor!

[rudolphofvamps]

How would you know? Maybe I am too.