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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 19:08:08 GMT -5
"You think I'm lying, don't you?" Elle scoffed. She raised a brow and smiled. "I'm not. Why would I?" With a shrug to herself, she finally turned to look at the plate of food that she hadn't touched. She made a face. She shifted her position on her chair a bit, laying one hand on her lap and the other prodding the fish with electricity. She smirked when it jumped. Bringing the fish-shocking hand up to her mouth, she stifled a yawn. The sugar rush was crashing. Oh yay.
Glancing up at Sylar, she smiled. "Having fun?" she asked with a giggle. She had completely forgotten about him in the middle of the conversation, having too much fun bickering to remember there was another human sitting across from her at the table.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 24, 2009 22:18:06 GMT -5
When Elle turned to him Sylar lifted his brows, then glanced at Luke. "Better than TV?" he asked, then gave a small shrug, standing and taking his plate to the sink. "You two make me glad I was never blessed with siblings." he said, running water over the plate to rinse it before turning back to them.
"Make sure you clean up after yourselves, hm?" he said, then wandered from the room, heading to the living room and dropping onto the couch. Keeping up with them was like babysitting toddlers or something. He was exhausted. Kicking his feet up on one side and draping himself out, he draped his arm across his face.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 25, 2009 1:33:08 GMT -5
Elle smiled. She didn't have any siblings, either. That she knew of anyway. She'd heard some talk of the possibility she had a sister, but she never really cared enough to ask anyone. As far as she was concerned she was the only one good enough for her daddy.
The girl uncrossed her legs and stood. She grabbed her untouched plate and set it on the counter next to the sink. The crash was making her too tired to go scope out a trashcan or ask if he had a garbage disposal.
Following Sylar into the living room a minute later, Elle frowned. She placed her hands on her hips. "Took my bed," she managed to mumble out. Shrugging, she sat down on his thighs and leaned against the back of the couch, grinning mischievously.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 25, 2009 2:04:51 GMT -5
Luke was actually kind of hungry, but he wasn't being left alone while the other two were in the living room.
He took a few quick mouthfuls of fish and a couple of big forkfuls of rice before regretfully tipping the lot in the bin, rinsing down his plate and walking into the other room. He glowered at Elle, sitting as close to Sylar as he could without sitting on top of him.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 25, 2009 5:50:14 GMT -5
The sudden weight coming down on his legs made the man roll his eyes. He slid his arm up so that he could lift his head and look at her, restraining himself from dumping her right onto the floor. "Not bedtime yet."
And then Luke came in and sat down, crowding him. "You know what? I take it back...you're not like toddlers, you're like cats" he muttered, laying there just a moment longer before pushing himself up onto his elbows.
Lifting his hand and gesturing at Luke, he used his power to shove him back into the corner of the couch where he had just been laying. Sylar then dropped his head back onto Luke's lap, a grumpy sort of frown on his face. He didn't know what to do about Elle, so he just left her where she was sitting.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 25, 2009 6:45:16 GMT -5
"Meow," Elle replied stoically. She grunted lightly when he started moving around, ignoring him to stare up at the ceiling. When he was all settled she huffed. Sylar's legs were bony and not helping the numb butt she got from sitting in the hard dining room chair.
Elle scooted down his legs to the opposite side of the couch, pushing them apart so she could sit between them, and placed her legs over his upper thighs. She leaned heavily against the arm of the couch. It was a relatively comfy-ish position for her, she didn't bother asking Sylar how he was fairing. He'd throw a bitch-fit if he was uncomfortable. "Your legs are bony as hell," she said to break the silence.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 25, 2009 6:46:41 GMT -5
Luke's face fell and then brightened in the space of a few seconds. He placed his hands lightly on Sylar's hair, just a little possessively.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 25, 2009 17:05:42 GMT -5
Staring up at the ceiling, Sylar tried his hardest to ignore what Elle was doing. What had he done to suffer such indignity? He squirmed a little when she pushed his legs apart and flopped between them, tensing understandably when she put hers over his thighs. "Just..watch where you kick your feet." he muttered, turning his eyes to Luke. Maybe this was some sort of cosmic punishment for being a murderer.
After a moment, though, he realized that it was actually more comfortable than he would have imagined. Luke's hands in his hair were comforting, and he settled into the cushions, draping his hand over Elle's ankle.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 25, 2009 17:13:59 GMT -5
Having not received any protests, Luke took that as a good sign and toyed a little with Sylar's hair, combing his fingers through it. It was surprisingly soft, like petting a dog. He smirked slightly, stroking Sylar's hair from the roots to the tips, lightly trailing a finger along the shell of the man's ear.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 25, 2009 17:31:33 GMT -5
"Might wanna move before I go to sleep, then. I tend to have violent dreams," Elle joked. She turned her head to look at the room, get a real feel of the place. It wasn't much different than her own house, she had to admit. Smiling, she snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her ankle. She let her own hand play with his jeans; crumpling them, smoothing them again, and letting her thumb run across the folds of the fabric.
Elle snickered lightly when she lifted her eyes to Luke. "He's not a cat," she mumbled with a smile on her face.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 25, 2009 17:47:45 GMT -5
No, he wasn't a cat, but he could have purred at the feeling of fingers trialing through his hair. Noone had ever done that to him before, and it made his scalp tingle at the same time as it relaxed him. Opening his eyes and raising them towards the younger one, he smirked a little, encouraging him to continue.
The hand messing with his jeans was a little more distracting, like something was crawling over his leg, but he didn't say anything or attempt to stop her. At least she wasn't zapping him.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 25, 2009 17:54:34 GMT -5
Luke grinned in return, happily smoothing down Sylar's hair and then messing it up again by combing it with his fingers. He ignored Elle a moment, but then realised she'd said something.
"I don't like cats much." he muttered in reply, eyes on Sylar's face.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 25, 2009 18:07:10 GMT -5
"Who does?" she mumbled, still messing with the jeans. "They're clingy and needy, then bite you if you touch them wrong. They're loud and messy and barf up their hair..." she trailed off into silence. A few moments later, she sighed dramatically, returning her hand to her stomach.
"Well. This is boring," Elle said louder than she needed to. She was pretty sure she had a mild form of ADHD or something, because she was getting twitchy again. Shifting lightly, she forced a stretch and yawn, collapsing back against the arm of the couch again.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 25, 2009 19:02:43 GMT -5
Sylar ignored Elle for a moment as he enjoyed the touch Luke was giving him. The fingers were soothing, and he was starting to think about other enjoyable things Luke's fingers could do.
But then the girl was shifting and complaining again, and he rolled his eyes. "What do you suggest, going to the movies? Maybe we could run out to the mall or something." he said sarcastically, hand grabbing her ankle so that she couldn't decide to kick him where it counted. "Oh wait...we're stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere."
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 25, 2009 19:50:06 GMT -5
Elle tugged her foot back, itching to just jam it right up against his crotch for being sarcastic. She resorted to slapping his calf with a lightly charged hand and mumbling something along the lines of "You're lucky I don't wanna die." With a groan, she looked back up at the ceiling. It really wasn't that interesting of a ceiling, but it was better than looking at the wuv fest going on in front of her.
"Why did you have to mention the mall? That would be so much fun right now," Elle mumbled, eyes still trained upwards. It would be, too. She'd drag them around and force them to go into clothing stores and carry her bags. She sighed. That would be so much fun.
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