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Who: Sylar and B
When: Technically I guess a couple days ago? Or.. whatever.
Where: Clocktower apparently :>
Rating: Probably not very kid-safe, knowing these two.
Warnings: Nothing good, son.
Summary: It's... B. And Sylar. I... don't even know what else to say. :( THERE WILL BE BLOOD??

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Here he was, back again, again like clockwork. The thought made him smile, Sylar and his clocks, L wasn't here, A wasn't here- it made him want to break something in slow, concise hits. A steady rhythm, that's what he focused on, his thumb tapping against his bottom lip. One two three, one two three-

And there he was, approaching. B watched Sylar from a groove of the clocktower stairs, head tilting. He was having a harder time sometimes, remembering L, how to be him. He smiled.

"Hello friend."

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His voice caught Sylar's attention, and he turned his head towards it. "That's not something I hear that often, you know." He smiled slightly, and motioned for B to come closer.

"Come on. I'm not too intent on staying out here all night, and you have things you could be telling me."

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B watched him a moment, de ja vu, he nearly laughed but stood instead, hopping off the curve of the wall with the most awkward grace known to man before shuffling over.

"Do you have jam?" He asked, most natural question in the world to ask before the many, many other things they should be discussing.

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That got an eyebrow raise from Sylar. "No. ... Should I have jam?" Was this some in-joke between him and the other Sylar that he was missing out on? "We could get some at the general store." He tacked on, a little overly eager to please. "I'm pretty sure they have some. They should, anyway. Why do you ask?"

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B's face lit up, which was actually more disturbing than anything, smiling as he chewed on the tip of his thumb. "They do? They do- Zhygure, the shepherd maybe."

He stopped, looking back to Sylar. "Do you want to be special Sylar?"

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Sylar's head tilted in confusion. "Zhygure? I... don't think he's here anymore." Sylar would have remembered a name like that, he imagined.

As B stopped walking, he stopped walking, and turned to stare. "Of course I want to be special. If you knew me at all, you'd know that."

At that thought, something piqued his curiosity. He couldn't help but ask. "... What about you? Do you want to be special, B? Are you special?"