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[hardlydangerous]

Sylar is pensive.

He's also hanging around a Metropolis rooftop. Yes, that one.

At some point he has managed to procure a perrfectly serviceable black trenchcoat which prompts more nostalgia than he will ever admit, and now he's indulging in a good lurk.

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[transbender]

Long, thin tentacles, five of them, clamber up the side of the building, getting a good grip on the inside of the ledge, followed quickly by five more. They begin quivering, and not long after, a head rises up above the edge, and the rest of the body as well, the tentacles turning back into Thomas' fingers. He too is dressed in black, with the fun black trenchcoat. His coat, however, is currently loaded down with some things that aren't exactly his.

Standing and stretching, Thomas pauses, his eyes locked on Sylar. "Oh. Uh. Didn't know anyone was up here."

[transbender]

"So, what were you doing up here?" He knows why he came up, after all.

[hardlydangerous]

"Thinking."

It's possible that the tone implies you might try it sometime, and then again it's possible that it doesn't.

[transbender]

Thomas peers over the edge. "Nice height. The freefall is probably a hoot." Thomas is a little ADD.

[hardlydangerous]

"I'm sure."

In the way where he isn't. At all.

[transbender]

Thomas peers back at Sylar. "You're the quiet sort. Guess it makes sense, brooding alone up here."

[hardlydangerous]

"Brooding?"

Sarcastic eyebrow is sarcastic.

[transbender]

"Oh come on. You're in a dark trenchcoat, standing on top of one of the tallest buildings in the area, by yourself. The brooding comes naturally."

[hardlydangerous]

"I take your point."

Valuable lessons learned in the past five years include the ability to laugh at himself, or he'd never have made Sam that pony.

[transbender]

Thomas coughs. "well, yes, then." His jacket jingles with ill gotten gains.