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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 21, 2009 20:53:55 GMT -5
Elle started to feel the effects of a sugar rush a few seconds after she sat down. Her fingers twitched, toes curled, knuckles cracked. She loved these feelings. Sugar made her hyper. Though some people may not see how it was possible to make her more twitchy than she already was, just give her an icee and they're begging to be relieved of her.
"Is the fish done? I mean, I know you, like, just flipped it and stuff, but I was thinking, are we just gonna have, like, fish or are we gonna have, like, something with it? Like rice or something like that. 'Cuz if we are we should, like, probably start cooking that now, seeing as, like, the fish is almost done. Right?" Elle fought off a giggle at herself. She thought about how annoyed these two would be with her in the next couple minutes.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 21, 2009 22:14:10 GMT -5
He hadn't planned on just fish, but the other things he knew that Luke could prepare in just moments. Turning down the burner, the older one moved to look through the cabinets of things that he'd bothered to stock there. There were a few cans of various vegetables, and beside those were a few types of packaged noodles and one or two of rice.
Huffing, he pulled one of the boxes of rice down, turning to Luke. "Could you take care of this?" he asked, knowing it would be a snap for the boy to prepare it using his power.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 21, 2009 23:38:27 GMT -5
Luke nodded, shooting an imperious look at Elle. He knew she probably looked exactly like he did on a sugar rush, but it was still fun to feel mature, even if just a for a moment.
He moved over to the sink to run water for the rice, swivelling the box around to check what he needed to do.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 22, 2009 0:14:02 GMT -5
"Well this is depressing," Elle spoke up, ignoring the look from Luke. "Look at you two being all lady-like and cooking while I sit here being completely useless." She leaned forward on the table and batted her eyelashes at them. Deciding on impulse she was bored, she lifted her hands and messed with the electricity.
When that got boring she sighed melodramatically and looked at Sylar with an expectant look on her face. She sighed again and shook her head like she was disappointed. She honestly had no reason to do any of it - just putting on a show. She grabbed a handful of her blond hair and played with it, pulling out knots and running her fingers through it. It was soft. She liked the feel of her hair.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 22, 2009 0:20:40 GMT -5
Luke glanced at her, pulling down a pan and filling it with water. He set the pan safely on the top of the oven so the bottom of it wouldn't burn the counter, then opened the rice. He raised his hand to level with the pan, concentrating. Soon, the water started to bubble and boil in the pan, and he grinned triumphantly.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 22, 2009 19:01:24 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Not every moment can be filled with you killing me." he murmured inanely as he poked at the fish with his fork. He smirked a little and looked at Luke. "You can always go back to your own place..." he said lightly, snagging a piece of the fish on the fork. He held it up and blew it cool, then held it out for the boy to taste.
"Or, you know, you could make yourself useful and set the table?" he added, looking over his shoulder and cocking a brow at Elle.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 22, 2009 19:28:53 GMT -5
"I, uhm... Sure." Elle honestly didn't know how to set a table. Her mom had never been around to teach her and she usually just ate at Daddy's desk or in the car. How hard could it be though? Plates and forks, right? Yeah.
"Where do you keep everything?" she asked, standing from the chair and walking up close behind Sylar with a smirk on her face. Her hand fizzled with static. She flicked a finger when she brushed by him, sending a shock to his ass and walked off innocently, erasing the smirk from her face quickly as though nothing happened. This sugar-high felt good.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 23, 2009 5:59:45 GMT -5
Luke daintily pulled the piece of fish off the fork with his teeth.
"S'good."
He glanced at the rice in the pan, giving it a quick stir.
"Reckon this is done?"
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 23, 2009 13:57:42 GMT -5
The shock to his ass had been unexpected, and Sylar whipped his head around, almost glaring. She would be paying for that. But for the moment he turned back to the other, setting the fork back into the pan.
"Looks done to me." he murmured. Turning and moving after Elle, he reached past her to the cabinet, opening it and taking out three plates. He used his free hand to brush a blond strand of hair over her shoulder while he had her trapped there, voice low. "Careful or I'll think you're flirting."
Pulling back, he nodded to Luke to take the rice over to the table, then grabbed the pan in the hand not holding the plates.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 23, 2009 16:40:46 GMT -5
Elle chuckled at his words. Pressing forward, following him, she laid a hand on the plates. "Careful or I might think you're liking it," she purred back. Tugging the dishes, she sent a small shock over to get him to let go. She spun around him, skipping to the table and set the plates down on its top.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Besides, who says I'm not?" she said as though it was an afterthought to some intellectual conversation. With a short giggle, she sat down on her claimed chair. She crossed her legs and looked at Sylar with a smirk on her face... almost challenging.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 23, 2009 16:58:58 GMT -5
"Not what?" Luke questioned automatically before he could stop himself.
He picked up the pan of rice, frowning slightly. He didn't like people whispering where he couldn't hear them.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 23, 2009 18:53:29 GMT -5
Sylar released the plates when she shocked him, giving her an intense sort of calculating look. It was maybe a little awkward, because surely she could see that Sylar was with Luke. Maybe she just didn't care.
"Flirting." Sylar replied to the boy, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "You two are so confusing. First you want me and then you kill me, or the other way around. Makes me wonder if I should even let you stay here." he laughed, claiming his own chair on the opposite side of the table from Elle. "Luke's already claimed the bed, though." he told her, lifting a brow.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 23, 2009 19:04:42 GMT -5
Jealousy spiked suddenly in Luke's stomach, and it's all he could do to keep steady and carry on what he was doing. He didn't know exactly what he wanted to do; hitting Elle might be a start. Or kissing Sylar until the man forgot all about her. But he was being stupid, and he tried to tell himself that he had nothing to worry about really.
Sylar's last comment twisted his nerves almost painfully. He wasn't sure whether to take that as some kind of commitment or whether he was being teased.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 23, 2009 20:05:03 GMT -5
"Oh trust me, we're not the only confusing ones," Elle spoke, gaze still not moving from Sylar. She smiled wide and leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her stomach. Her grin turned into a smirk. "I like couches," she said lightly, giggling right after. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and cocked her head, still smiling, still staring at Sylar. She half expected a "take a picture it'll last longer" comment from one of them sooner or later.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 23, 2009 20:26:28 GMT -5
It was only when his fingers dug far too far into the plastic handle of the pan that he realised he'd melted it. Hurriedly, he switched hands before he destroyed the handle entirely. He glanced at the finger-shaped grooves he'd left in the hot plastic, clumsily tilting the pan and serving an equal portion to each plate.
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