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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

[Cleaning his apartment.  Too many memories.]

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[heroslayer]

[and while Mohinder's cleaning, one of the books he just put away randomly falls off the shelf it was on -- or it looks random, anyway. the truth is, Sylar's in his apartment, taking care to stay just outside of Mohinder's line of sight. he'll have to come out eventually, he knows, but right now he wants to terrorize the good doctor a little. it's been a week or so since he last saw him, after all, and he's going through Troll the Geneticist withdrawal]

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

[It's not the first thing to fall over today. While he was in the bedroom putting away Matt's things into boxes -- there's only two bedrooms in this tiny apartment. One's obviously Molly's and the other is Mohinder's, though why Parkman's clothing is sharing space with the Indian is up for debate. Likely to save space -- a few shirts had slipped from the foot of his bed. In Molly's room, twice in a row, the markers Mohinder was sure he had put back in their case ended up back on the little table.]

Pāgala hō rahā... [Must be going crazy. That's what happens when it's much too quiet.]

[He picks up the book and pushes it more firmly into place, then checks the shelf. He's back to singing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3uXAWQ_vkA) after that. Lightly. Melodically. When he's finished here, he can move back into the lab to stay closer to his research.]

[heroslayer]

[Sylar might have had something to do with a couple of those other incidents -- he hasn't been here all day, but he's been here for a good long while just playing mind games. he's getting somewhat bored with his game, though, even with Mohinder singing -- that's new and interesting -- so he opens one of the windows on the other side of the apartment while Mohinder's not looking, a stack of papers on the nearest flat space scattering to the wind]

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Hē bhagavāna.. [Not exactly a curse, but close enough, and Mohinder mutters the Hindi equivalent of 'God damn it' as he swoops down to catch papers that seem to move just ahead of him by a mere centimetre when he closes in on one.]

[Cat with a laser pointer. He stiffens noticeably, still on his hands and knees, and turns his eyes with eyes narrowing behind a fringe of curls.]

Sylar?

[It's actually not the first time he's called for him all week. Every little bump has him guessing, and incorrectly until now, that there's someone watching him.]

[heroslayer]

[he makes a soft, amused noise, moving to put himself somewhere else so that Mohinder can't track the sound of his voice and spot him right away, and creeps up behind him, getting dangerously close before he actually reveals himself] Hello, Mohinder.

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

Can I say, you guys are absolutely fantastic to read. Just as good if not better than watching Heroes. :D

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

AND YOU. You're super fun to play with!

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

Aww! Thanks! I'm not nearly as good at writing prose I daresay. Hope you don't mind a stalker reader. :)

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Not at all and meh. It's been my turn for aaaages! *goes to rectify*

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

ALSO! Reaction to Sylar standing behind you - exactly what the mun would have done in that situation. Climbed the walls and screamed bloody murder. :3 Spot on with that!

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[heroslayer]

I didn't see this until just now, but thank you very much! :)

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. That icon is hilarious too!

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[heroslayer]

It's my favorite OOC one, but alas not mine. I'm not nearly that clever. LOL

[heroslayer]

[and while Mohinder's cleaning, one of the books he just put away randomly falls off the shelf it was on -- or it looks random, anyway. the truth is, Sylar's in his apartment, taking care to stay just outside of Mohinder's line of sight. he'll have to come out eventually, he knows, but right now he wants to terrorize the good doctor a little. it's been a week or so since he last saw him, after all, and he's going through Troll the Geneticist withdrawal]

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

[It's not the first thing to fall over today. While he was in the bedroom putting away Matt's things into boxes -- there's only two bedrooms in this tiny apartment. One's obviously Molly's and the other is Mohinder's, though why Parkman's clothing is sharing space with the Indian is up for debate. Likely to save space -- a few shirts had slipped from the foot of his bed. In Molly's room, twice in a row, the markers Mohinder was sure he had put back in their case ended up back on the little table.]

Pāgala hō rahā... [Must be going crazy. That's what happens when it's much too quiet.]

[He picks up the book and pushes it more firmly into place, then checks the shelf. He's back to singing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3uXAWQ_vkA) after that. Lightly. Melodically. When he's finished here, he can move back into the lab to stay closer to his research.]

[heroslayer]

[Sylar might have had something to do with a couple of those other incidents -- he hasn't been here all day, but he's been here for a good long while just playing mind games. he's getting somewhat bored with his game, though, even with Mohinder singing -- that's new and interesting -- so he opens one of the windows on the other side of the apartment while Mohinder's not looking, a stack of papers on the nearest flat space scattering to the wind]

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Hē bhagavāna.. [Not exactly a curse, but close enough, and Mohinder mutters the Hindi equivalent of 'God damn it' as he swoops down to catch papers that seem to move just ahead of him by a mere centimetre when he closes in on one.]

[Cat with a laser pointer. He stiffens noticeably, still on his hands and knees, and turns his eyes with eyes narrowing behind a fringe of curls.]

Sylar?

[It's actually not the first time he's called for him all week. Every little bump has him guessing, and incorrectly until now, that there's someone watching him.]

[heroslayer]

[he makes a soft, amused noise, moving to put himself somewhere else so that Mohinder can't track the sound of his voice and spot him right away, and creeps up behind him, getting dangerously close before he actually reveals himself] Hello, Mohinder.

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

Can I say, you guys are absolutely fantastic to read. Just as good if not better than watching Heroes. :D

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

AND YOU. You're super fun to play with!

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

Aww! Thanks! I'm not nearly as good at writing prose I daresay. Hope you don't mind a stalker reader. :)

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Not at all and meh. It's been my turn for aaaages! *goes to rectify*

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[heroslayer]

I didn't see this until just now, but thank you very much! :)

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[ihearyouthink.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. That icon is hilarious too!

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[heroslayer]

It's my favorite OOC one, but alas not mine. I'm not nearly that clever. LOL