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[the_horror]

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((from here: https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/6571082.html?thread=2892072010#cmt2892072010))

It’s fine? Sylar rolls his eyes in the most dramatic of fashions. “What to know what’s not going to be fine? He wakes up and he sees me.”

Sylar and Klaus do not have a great history together. Maybe that’s why Ben has sort of been his friend for awhile now. Time spent around Klaus has caused his ability to rub off ever so slightly into Sylar, at least to where he could see Ben.

It’s been all crazytown from there.

“So how about you put your brother back under and let’s get him a new and amusing tattoo?”

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"It's fine." he repeated, his hand shoving at his head and then stopping, standing there like he were standing on egg shells for a moment, looking as if he were checking if it were really fine.

"And maybe if you hadn't of pushed him so badly he'd be okay with you too." He pointed out to the other, then took a breath. "It's fine. No tattoo though. I don't want to spend the rest of my death hearing him moan about a bad tattoo."

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“Uh, PS? He’s covered in bad tattoos.” At this point, Sylar’s eyes might just roll right out of his head. He shoves his hands down deep into his pockets and heads off down the alley, back towards civilization.

If they’re not going to do anything fun, and Ben is going to try to rope him into behaving, then they’re going to do some old fashioned crime stopping.

That means, for Sylar, touching a whole lot of things and hoping some nere do well left an imprint on it.

“The moment he wakes up, I’m out.”

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Ben looked down at Klaus's hands, frowning. "They make sense for his powers, though." he said, shrugging at the other and following now.

"Yeah, yeah. He's good. He's down again. I don't think he really wants to be awake anyhow." He said, still feeling that queasiness of the other being too drunk to deal with the world.

He fell into line with Sylar and frowned at him. "Now what? I want to stop crimes and stretch my tentacles a bit."

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“What do you think I’m trying to do? Find the best neighborhood to score Girl Scout Cookies?” He’s just trying to flex some of his own abilities too. It makes the need to discover new ones a little less pressing.

Sort of.

They get about two blocks before a tingle in his fingertips point him in the direction of a group of young men, at least two of whom seem intent on robbing a liquor store.

Sylar grins. “Bingo. Around the corner we go, Ben.”

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He rolled his eyes at the girl scout cookie comment, mumbling something about "I wouldn't mind some cookies..." But knowing not to say that too loud.

"This city is such a pit of crap, you'd think something hot would be going on around he--ah." Bingo. Around the corner, huh. He peeked around the corner to see the possible robbers, a group of young men and masks. "Well, that's not suspicious at all." he snorted, taking note of guns and weapons.

"I love it when thugs get brave and shake down their local Stop 'n Go's."