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[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[attempting to wash the cat...





...failing]

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[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[sighs, she's covered in water, soap and cat fur] Because he smells like rotten eggs. As much as that reminds me of home, I don't want my cat smelling like that.

[smirks] You brought booze? It isn't even my birthday. [and that second of distraction was the sopping wet cat's chance to flee!] Shit! Peter, catch him!

[specialclaws.livejournal.com]

[Sylar quickly dashes out of the bathroom]

[futureboyscout.livejournal.com]

[tries not to laugh at the fact that she looks like a tragic fur covered mess] You need to invest in a glass shower door so you can close it at least.

Booze is a daily necessity, not just for holidays. [!!!! Fuck, there goes the cat. Good thing Peter has TK and grabs the little beast]

Have no fear, Peter is here, and I didn't even get wet.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[she's dripping with water and soap, and her shirt is shredded to bits, kinda like this userpic]

Don't rub it in, Peter. Can you maybe dunk him a bit, get the soap off his butt?