"It'll have to be the first one, I suppose. I'm never going to let you see me lose control." Though he doesn't know how much of a friend he can really be to someone who's admitted to being a serial killer. It's going to get weird.
Tick, tick, tock... Just one slice into his forehead would bring the beast to the surface. Sylar could see it so perfectly in his mind's eye. Action, reaction, cause, and effect. His fingers twitch by his side with anticipation.
"Well, if you insist..." He says instead, cheerfully ignoring the murderous impulse. "I'm happy to remain in your phone, and have you in mine."
"Suppose so." Matthew turns to walk away. "I'll remember you really like the satay, next time. Or maybe like the sharp sticks left afterward. Or maybe dinner's on you next time. Whatever, we'll figure it out."
Should he tell the wolf how dangerous he could be with paintbrushes? Mmm... Perhaps next time. And now, that next time is a certainty. He's oddly elated by that.
"We'll alternate. It's only fair. Did you want the leftovers?" He offers before Matt could get too far away.
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Date: 2020-11-27 11:28 am (UTC)...as if it's not weird already.
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Date: 2020-11-27 11:38 am (UTC)"Well, if you insist..." He says instead, cheerfully ignoring the murderous impulse. "I'm happy to remain in your phone, and have you in mine."
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Date: 2020-11-27 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-27 11:56 am (UTC)"We'll alternate. It's only fair. Did you want the leftovers?" He offers before Matt could get too far away.
and fin.
Date: 2020-11-27 12:00 pm (UTC)