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[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

Sylar inna field.

Sent to sleep with superpowers.

Not yet eaten by Triffids.















Botherable.

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[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny glares even more fiercely. "Oh, it is on monkey boy. You think you can stop me?"

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

Narrowed eyes.

"Which of us has the other dangling helpless in the air?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Dangling, yes. Helpless? Never." The Bunny keeps glaring.

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

Coldly: "I have to contest that."

Up comes the other hand, and... the rabbit might be having trouble breathing. You know. Just to make a point.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Well there's the problem.

The Rabbit doesn't breathe.

So He just keeps glaring at Sylar. "What're you gonna do with that one, jerk off?"

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

...What the hell?

Okay, so with hindsight there was something a bit individual about the way the rabbit's body works, but then again he's a talking rabbit. A difference sort of goes without saying. On top of which, when you're not looking for the difference, intricate enough AI can read a lot like a biological system. And he is totally not making excuses for why he didn't realise before, shut up.

Sylar opens his mouth, and then closes it again, a stare taking over from the glare. He'd probably say something awed and/or complimentary about the mechanics, but the rabbit annoys him.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Whut?" The rabbit kicks his feet again. "Freakin' me out here kiddo."

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

"You were built," says Sylar wonderingly, because it stands to reason.

And that construction included voice and logic and reactions and-- oh, he is impressed.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Yer looking at my insides?" The Rabbit moves his paws to cover the spot where his junk resides. "Damn, I feel so exposed! That's just ain't done."