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]

[ HE DIDN'T SAY IT :| When he does come back, he's attempting to dry off his hair, stopping only to reply. ] I have tried.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Maybe you're not trying hard -- [When he turns to look at Peter in all his freshly showered glory, he stops talking to gape because his life is a shitty romantic comedy.] -- enough.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Maybe. [ It's a really, really shitty romantic comedy. But Peter runs a hand through his still damp hair while he stares back to Sylar, unconsciously trying to keep it from sticking up everywhere. ] What?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [He goes back to rummaging around the kitchen and pretending that that didn't just happen.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

... Right. [ Peter just shakes his head, draping the towel over his shoulder while he watches Sylar poke around in his kitchen. ] What're you looking for?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Nothing? Just, you know, looking around ...

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter stares at him for another second before just... shrugging. ] Okay, fine. [ And then he disappears once again to return his towel to the bathroom. ]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

You're not getting dressed in there, are you?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

No? Are you done looking through my kitchen yet?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[He stops opening and closing the cabinet doors and resigns himself to awkwardly leaning back against the counter.]

Yeah, I'm done.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ A second later, Peter reappears in a pair of oh so fancy sweatpants. And a t-shirt. Look, they're just not in the walking around naked phase of their relationship yet. ]

Checking to see if I've got enough plates?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Wow that was disappointing. You could have at least ditched the shirt, Peter. 8( Must ... hide ... disappointment ... ]

Try checking to see if you have plates.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He'll whip it off later for you, Sylar, okay. X( He's just not so good at the spontaneous naked thing yet, give him time..... ]

Why wouldn't I have plates?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

You don't have any food, why bother having plates?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I have food.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Where?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

... Around?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Around where?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

The kitchen? [ Peter leans against the nearest surface, crossing his arms over his chest. ] Are you actually hungry?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[He stare diverts itself to the floor.]

No, not really.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ His expression shifts from amusement to concern before he takes a step closer. ] Then what're you looking for?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Something familiar.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

And you can't find it.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

It's not your fault. ... I didn't stay here very long, anyway.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ No, but it... feels like his fault. ] Anything I can do to help?