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Who: Hallelujah and Sylar
When: Sometime after their emo!Sylar convo
Where: Sylar's house
Rating: PG probably? idk?
Warnings: None at the moment
Summary: Sylar is a delicate flower crying a river of tears. Hallelujah goes over to laugh at him.
It had been some time since he'd heard a peep from one of his former arch-nemeses. Though, granted, was it this one? Or the last Sylar? Or...how many Sylars were there? Hallelujah frankly didn't care. Sylar was Sylar. Either way, the thick-eyebrowed man's latest entry over the networks piqued his interested. Half because of that he hadn't heard from him in so long, half because of the content. The words, the way he spoke... It was terribly hearbreaking--to most people, anyway. To Hallelujah, he just found it amusing.
Now that he'd remembered of the man's existence, he figured that he might as well utilize it to the fullest and kill some time by bothering him. But he couldn't just go over someone's house without bringing a gift, right? That would just be bad manners.
It was with that thought and an hour's pestering of Allelujah that he found himself sometime the next day standing outside of what he recalled to be Sylar's home.
With a pie in his hand.
Peach, to be exact.
Hallelujah did have a penchant for remembering the little things. He grinned, and knocked.
When: Sometime after their emo!Sylar convo
Where: Sylar's house
Rating: PG probably? idk?
Warnings: None at the moment
Summary: Sylar is a delicate flower crying a river of tears. Hallelujah goes over to laugh at him.
It had been some time since he'd heard a peep from one of his former arch-nemeses. Though, granted, was it this one? Or the last Sylar? Or...how many Sylars were there? Hallelujah frankly didn't care. Sylar was Sylar. Either way, the thick-eyebrowed man's latest entry over the networks piqued his interested. Half because of that he hadn't heard from him in so long, half because of the content. The words, the way he spoke... It was terribly hearbreaking--to most people, anyway. To Hallelujah, he just found it amusing.
Now that he'd remembered of the man's existence, he figured that he might as well utilize it to the fullest and kill some time by bothering him. But he couldn't just go over someone's house without bringing a gift, right? That would just be bad manners.
It was with that thought and an hour's pestering of Allelujah that he found himself sometime the next day standing outside of what he recalled to be Sylar's home.
With a pie in his hand.
Peach, to be exact.
Hallelujah did have a penchant for remembering the little things. He grinned, and knocked.