volume 2

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter is, as he's want to do from time to time, standing outside in the pouring rain on some city street. This is a pretty common occurrence in his life, truth be told, which is why he's yet to go anywhere. At least the world isn't falling down around him while it rains, which is a definite improvement to many of the moments in his life.

Oh, he's definitely about to start walking, considering it's... raining, just give him a few more seconds.

Until then, he's just going to stand and start looking only mostly drenched, head tipped down to at least keep the water out of his eyes. And anyway, he's got his coat on, so what more could he possibly need? Peter doesn't really do umbrella's. ]

Comments

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Yeaaaaaah, sure he will. But Peter actually has questions now, so don't shut up just yet, Sylar. ] About what?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Whether or not we dream when we're dead. Well. Temporarily dead. If left alone long enough, there would still be something left. Flickering synapses. It doesn't seem fair that everyone else gets to see heaven. Regens deserve something. I deserve something.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You're not actually thinking about killing yourself, are you?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

... No? I was just thinking.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Okay. That's just what it sounded like, sorry.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I was going off on a tangent, anyway. ... It's not raining as much.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Like that's anything new. [ He stops staring so intently at Sylar and looks around. ] Yeah, you're right.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Do you still plan on standing around here?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Seems like a waste of time if it's going to keep raining....

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

So let's go somewhere. I can't make all these decisions for you.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Where do you want to go? [ And with that, he... started to walk. Intentionally ~brushing~ Sylar's shoulder with his own as he walked past, but moving slow enough that it was obvious he wanted Sylar to follow. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Pfft. Like it takes that much encouragement to get Sylar to follow him.]

Wherever you want to go. [He gives him a look like "really?" You can't trick him into making decisions for you, okay. ... Sometimes.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Look, he wasn't trying to trick Sylar into coming up with something. He just... doesn't want to think of somewhere to go. ]

Think i'll pass on the comic convention this time. [ He's almost tempted to just start walking back home. Dreams where he doesn't have to do shit are nice sometimes, okay. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Sure, Peter. Sureeee.]

And what a relief that is. Dunno if I could handle all that pandemonium again.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

It wasn't pandemonium. It was organized chaos.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay. If that's what we're calling it now.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

That's what i'm calling it...

I don't know, might just go back to my place. Find some dry clothes. [ Look, he's soggy now. :C His life is hard. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[sly look] I don't know why you'd need clothes, necessarily ...

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ stare. STARE. ] Now I can't think of a reason.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

See, that's exactly what I thought. [VICTORY.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He's only sort of victorious, okay. SORT OF. ] Why, are you coming?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Where else would I go?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

No idea. But i'd rather you come over, anyway.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Then let's go. [He's looking at Peter like "seriously why don't you know how this dream thing works ....." ]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ After about a half second of Sylar looking at him like that, Peter resorts to glowering. ] Look, you're better at this then I am.

[ But he's been practicing. Sort of. And another half second later they're just... in Peter's apartment and he's already kicking off his shoes. ]