Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 10, 2009 10:38:31 GMT -5
((Yay!))
"You didn't have to do that," he complained, but took his icecream and let the subject drop.
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Post by Tsuzuki on Apr 10, 2009 10:43:41 GMT -5
Tsuzuki bit into his ice cream with a sly little smile, before glancing about to see whether there was a bench nearby. If there wasn't, it didn't matter; walking was just as easy. Oh, but he needed to try and get a job soon- he was so bored nowadays. Waiter, right, he'd go for that one later. For now, he had company AND ice cream.
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Apr 10, 2009 11:19:13 GMT -5
Sylar savoured every lick of icecream, eyes half-closing, the better to focus on taste. He seemed to have almost forgotten that he was not alone.
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Post by Tsuzuki on Apr 10, 2009 13:09:24 GMT -5
Tsuzuki left him alone for the majority of Sylar's eating. He knew a fellow admirer when he saw one. So even after he'd finished his in record time, scrubbing his face with the back of his hand for any stray sprinkles or chocolate sauce- of which there were plenty, with his enthusiastic approach to eating- he continued to walk in silence, only now and then stealing glances at the man beside him and smiling. Tsuzuki did like it when his friends were happy.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 13, 2009 10:58:24 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* The best thing, the very best thing, about little parks half-hidden beside giant hulking grey buildings in which presumably respectable business was sometimes accomplished, was that Mercutio could doze on their park benches and not get chased off by well-meaning citizens or the local police. This is what he was doing now. It was a very nice day. No criminal would bother him, not with the sword clearly at his side. And he himself didn't look that unlike a criminal, for Tybalt's beating was still very evident in his healing lip, the purpling bruises on his face and wrists, and the ugly little line on his forehead, scabbing over quite nicely now. There were other places, too, of course- his stomach, for instance, was quite livid, and his ankle still sore, but those weren't visible at the moment. (( Tag Laszlo! ))
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Post by László on Sept 14, 2009 11:25:32 GMT -5
On the flip side, László had by now almost completely recovered from the beating he'd received, and what bruises remained were rather faint. Today, he was still at rest, though normally by this point he'd have been back to work. But the peaceful days and seeing nothing but friendly faces had made him put it off. He didn't really want the respite to end.
László wandered through the little park, having stumbled across it by accident during his wanderings through Paris. It was small enough and quiet enough that he didn't expect anyone else to be there, and so indulged in a bit of singing--a Hungarian folk song, though he had no idea just what the song was about. It was raw talent, but he'd be great if only he had a teacher.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 14, 2009 11:32:19 GMT -5
It woke Mercutio up, at the very least, and as he sat upright he put a hand to one eye as he yawned and cast the other about for the source of the singing. Then, upon seeing László's familiar face, he began to grin.
But, oh, he wouldn't dream of interrupting the man's singing! Mercutio crept up from his bench like a light-footed cat, strolling after László with haste but also caution, for he didn't want to be seen until he'd reached the other man.
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Post by László on Sept 14, 2009 13:59:41 GMT -5
He'd just reached the end of the song--it was a short one--when he caught something at the edge of his vision. Turning around, he broke into a smile when he saw who it was.
"Well, isn't this a nice surprise?"
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 14, 2009 14:19:38 GMT -5
"Right, right," said Mercutio, who was in truth disappointed that he'd been caught before he could do something surprising *coughcough* to the other man from behind. "A pleasant find, a perfect catch, oh, yes. What are you up to, László, and who are you serenading?"
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Post by László on Sept 15, 2009 12:46:40 GMT -5
((Crap, I sabotaged him. XD))
"Oh, just taking a rest. I...needed some time away."
No need to go blurting out that he'd been smacked around, especially since you couldn't really tell that had happened anymore.
He colored a bit at the mention of the singing.
"Er...I...was singing to no-one."
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 20, 2009 17:22:23 GMT -5
(( It's okay, I'm sure he'll get another opportunity at some point. Or make one. )) "Yeah?" Mercutio regarded him with only a token amount of curiosity; truth be told, he hadn't wandered down László's streets in a while, and certainly not since the other man had been "taking his rest," so he'd never had known had László not told him. There was the matter of that bite, though, some vicious bruising; that had been weeks ago when Mercutio had seen it, and of course it was gone by now. It didn't stop Mercutio's gaze from flitting to László's throat in momentary search of it. "Taking some time off, but not to visit your good friends at the opera house.... oh, callous fellow, you leave our meetings to chance alone." Then, "Ohhhh, no one. So you say, but I have my eye out for any small woodland creatures who come flocking to your side. That's dangerous practice in a city, though. Who knows what might come instead?"
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Post by László on Sept 20, 2009 23:06:31 GMT -5
"I've been to the opera!" He protested.
"I didn't see any of you guys there!"
He rubbed at the back of his neck, taking in Mercutio's own appearance.
"Did you get into some trouble?"
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 21, 2009 11:17:36 GMT -5
Mercutio waved a dismissive hand. "Bet you just didn't look hard enough." Then the unconscious, aborted gesture he made, as though to touch the livid bruises on his face and stopping himself when he realized. "Oh- no. Only a brief encounter with an angry Italian puss. I'd forgotten how to defend myself against its claws."
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Post by László on Sept 21, 2009 11:28:46 GMT -5
László briefly touched Mercutio's shoulder in a gesture of understanding before continuing the conversation.
"Well, I was a bit distracted by the singing...so it's possible that I missed one or two people."
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 21, 2009 11:31:14 GMT -5
"Understandable, I suppose. Opera music is at the very least.... distracting."
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