[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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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He bats Sylar's hand away, but then the words sink in and he's laughing. Pretty hard, really, as he doubles over a bit, clutching a shelf for balance.]

What does that even mean? You know my whole life.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I know things.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike slowly calms down, knocking some jelly beans off the shelf as he regains his footing. You know he's still evil because he leaves them on the floor.]

Maybe, but not from clairsentience. [He barely refrains from rolling his eyes as they enter THE CEREAL AISLE AT LAST o9999 ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

See, you're not thinking about Faith now.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

...You're right. I'm thinkin' about Weetabix. [and Faith. He pulls down a box of Weetabix and some other cereals without even looking at the labels, dropping them in the cart.] And how good some fresh O neg will taste over it.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit. Despite how disgusting that sounds.

[acrotomophile]

[Sylar's phone vibrates/rings/whatever. Oh look it's a text from Brian.]

youre both at walmart with my car arent you? can you pick up menthol cough drops and olive oil

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

ill make a note. why do you need those anyway i never hear you coughing

LOL that icon Ruthi. what even.

[acrotomophile]

its a vice. we all have them. try to make spike less emo, he was moping around earlier. oh and thanks

it's a beautiful icon.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

What's he sayin'? [He gave pause for the paranoia to truly sink in, shifting to get closer and try to see Sylar's phone.] You two talkin' about me?

Re: it's a beautiful icon.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

He said none of your business. Don't you think it's weird that he eats cough drops all the time but never coughs or anything?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

He rang to talk about cough drops. [rolls his eyes, moving to the next aisle which is candy (the not-seasonal kind) and coughdrops, of course. Because I said so.] Everything he does is a bit weird, don't know if I'd class his menthol addiction in the top ten.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I'm not making it up. I used to smoke menthols.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

I believe you. [he says flatly, dropping two bags of menthol cough drops into the cart before starting for the frozen section.] ..On both counts. Those things'll kill you, you know. [he raises an eyebrow.] Reminds me, I need smokes.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Not really. Can't die. I just have an addictive personality. Kind of killed it when I met my real dad, too.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. How's that? [He's getting more eggos dammit]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

It's a long story. I hate him so much. I can't stand it. The man who made me who I am today, and he's this ... this waste of space. This nothing.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

He's still around? Your dad.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Maybe? I don't know. I hope not. He was wasting away from lung cancer when I met him.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Oh. [What else was there to say. Spike looked a little sad, but he pushed it away, trying to think of an intelligent contribution. But what even was there.]

What did you mean, he was nothing? Because he was sick?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

No, because he was like me. He had an ability just like me and he used it just like I did. He didn't care about anything. He couldn't remember why he sold me off. He couldn't remember what abilities he'd stolen. When he found out I was immortal, he tried to take that from me. ... I don't want to be like that. I don't want to turn into that.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Your dad sold you? [No. Nevermind that. It's time for peptalk from your friendly neighborhood vampire. S-so inspiring.] You won't, Sylar. That's not you.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I don't know.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He follows him. Sylar knows this face. This is the intense speech at 3 AM face.]

You better get sure. I already live with one murderer. [And it really was getting to him, not that he's about to admit it.] I know what feeling sorry for yourself looks like. Hell, I bloody coined it, but you have to get your head on right, mate.

Me and you, we're going out tonight. I'm going to show you something.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

We are out, Spike.