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Sylar is grumpy.

And alone.

And grumpy.

And sitting out in a field. There are wildflowers. He has graciously refrained from setting them on fire, which is the extent of his goodwill towards anything at the moment.

Botherable, if you feel like being yelled at and/or mauled.

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Soft snort.

"Will you shut up if I give you another pony?"

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"I'll consider it." Graciously.

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep it in mind as a potentially effective solution, then."

In the meantime, he's apparently content to sit back and stare up at the sky.

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"You're not going to give me a pony now?"

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"Are you going to shut up?" Sylar counters easily.

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"I might."

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Perhaps to test that, Sylar falls silent himself.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"So, apart from getting hit with the fist of an angry god, what've you been up to?"

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"Very little."

He flexes his fingers, and several clods of dirt rise from the ground, fusing under incredible heat and pressure into the vague shape of a three-inch-high pony.

Which he chucks at Sam's head.

These two really aren't going to be winning any maturity contests, are they.

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Sam ducks, looking a little miffed.
"You didn't have to throw it."

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It falls harmlessly to the ground, glinting with frost.

He froze it so it wouldn't burn on contact. Isn't he nice?

"No," Sylar agrees. "But I did it anyway."

Sam, apparently, brings out the twelve-year-old in him.

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He gets a shove.
"You're immature." Haughtily.

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In place of a reply, he grabs the wrist attached to the hand that did the shoving.

Mildly: "Don't."

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"Why not?"

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"Do you enjoy tempting me to violence?"

Really, Sam.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"It makes life interesting."

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"Does it now."

...he's not letting go of Sam's wrist.

The reason behind this action is up for debate.

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"It does." Chirpily.

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"Would it make life more interesting if I tore off your arm?" asks Sylar idly.

It... doesn't sound like a threat. Which is strange, considering the wording.

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"I don't think you really could." Mildly.

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"Willing to risk it?"

He grins.

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"Well, it'd be a change from the norm, why not?"

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"You," Sylar says wryly, "are very strange."

He's still not letting go.

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"Look who's talking."

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"And you call me immature."

Lightly.