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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 16:38:09 GMT -5
Elle rolled her eyes. "Can't help it. I was born that way," she said back, smiling wide at his grin.
"I never met my mom," she spoke lightly, propping her head up on her arm on the table. "And Daddy is pretty much the whole reason I'm..." she waved her other hand around, letting Luke choose whatever word he wanted to fill in the blank.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 16:40:54 GMT -5
Luke nodded.
"Well. Parents suck. Mine did. You don't need them."
That line sounded more robotic everytime he repeated it in his head. He realised he told himself that a lot.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 16:46:10 GMT -5
"Yeah?" she asked, smirking. "You think so? I dunno. After twenty four years, I'm pretty dependent on him," Elle paused. She worried her lip between her lip, dropping her gaze to the table for a minute, considering.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 16:49:54 GMT -5
He shrugged too.
"Well, I guess that's the opposite to my dad."
He glanced up at her, realising it might sound like he wanted pity.
"But he's long gone now." he added, trying to inject a note of indifference into his tone.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 16:54:04 GMT -5
Elle let out a sharp laugh. "Trust me, I'd rather he be gone," she said, dropping her arm and leaning back in her chair. Her legs were starting to fall asleep. "At least then I wouldn't be an insane whore," she mumbled.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 17:06:55 GMT -5
He cocked his head to one side and considered her.
"You're not that insane."
Not compared to Sylar. Not compared to him.
He wasn't denying that she was whore though. Not when he'd watched her practically throw herself at Sylar.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 17:12:10 GMT -5
Elle frowned, shifting lightly in her seat and kicking him from under the table. "Thanks for not saying anything about the whore part," she said, trying hard not to smile and failing. She glared at Luke, which wasn't as intimidating as she'd hope with a big grin on her face.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 17:21:23 GMT -5
He shrugged unashamedly, toeing her shin back automatically.
"Take it like that if you want."
He even managed to grin back at her without thinking about it first.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 17:24:20 GMT -5
Elle laughed, overjoyed at the fact he kicked back. "How else am I suppose to take it?" she asked. She desperately wanted to rub in the fact he was smiling back. If she did, he'd probably make sure he'd never do it again, so she ignored it.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 17:36:22 GMT -5
He laced his fingers together, cracking his knuckles in front of his chest before answering.
"I tried to be nice a little."
And that should be enough really, since he still wasn't sure what he thought of her.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 17:45:11 GMT -5
"Yes, because calling me a whore is deserving of a Nobel Peace Prize," Elle retorted, rolling her eyes and smirking. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the chair. Her leg swung lightly over the other. "My butt is numb," she said completely randomly.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 17:52:22 GMT -5
"At least whores get paid." was the first thing that came to mind, and he sort of regretted it after he'd said it.
But it was too late to take back.
"Niiiice." he said with a raised eyebrow.
At least he wasn't the only one who spoke their mind without thinking sometimes.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 18:04:37 GMT -5
Elle stared at him with wide eyes. She huffed and looked away, shaking her head in disbelief. "That was horrible," she said a couple seconds later, returning her gaze back to Luke. She was smirking. "And for your information," she started pointedly, "I have never had sex." Nodding, she smirked, like it was a huge accomplishment.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 18:14:14 GMT -5
The thought of apology crossed his mind briefly, but he ignored it. He actually kind of liked being the bad guy. He was the kind of kid that could easily have become a bully if given the opportunity.
He almost didn't believe her second comment, but realised that unless she had been making everything up so far- which he wouldn't be surprised at, actually- it made sense that she was telling the truth. He had no clue how that was a good thing, though.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 24, 2009 18:57:46 GMT -5
Letting the two go on with each Other, Sylar simply minded his food, occasionally glancing up and looking from one to teh other. It was like daytime tv, something that his mother would have watched when he was growing up.
He took another serving of rice, pushing it around his plate with his fork as they began insulting each other, then kicking each other. Two petulant children. Leaning back in his chair, he sat his plate in his lap, chewing thoughtfully on a bite of fish.
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