[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.livejournal.com]

Maybe you can explain that to me.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He reaches over and switches that shit off so fast.]

Can't. Her attacking me made enough sense. Her wantin' to be pals? I got nothin'.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I told her to apologize to you.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[....okay :( ]

..You did? You're not knocking me about. You really did that?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He looks down, and .. away from the road. It's not like Spike could be driving worse rn anyway. They're almost to Walmart so it's fine....] Why?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Because? I didn't like how she treated you.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Oh. ..You're bloody serious. [He blinks a few times, pulling dangerously close to the curb and parking across two spaces.]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm serious. What's so wrong about it?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

No, it's- I'm actually kind of touched. And not just in the head. [he taps it in illustration before clambering out of the car and immediately shoving his hands in duster pockets as they make their way into the store.]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

It's not a big deal. Especially since it sounds like it didn't exactly pan out.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Didn't, but it never does for me, does it? It's the thought that counts. Isn't that what they always say. [He mutters the last bit, making a growly face at an employee on his way in, beelining straight for the back where Weetabix awaits him.]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Why let it bother you? It's just Faith.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

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

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Whatever. You and Faith. So, you feel bad. What're you gonna do about it? Make her your charity case?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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