[ Bap. Sylar flinches, expression resolving more into a scowl in its resolution as he swerves a look back to ~Joseph~. ]
Right, [ he roughs out. More a growl, now, sandpapery and quiet. Swallows again. ] We should do it again sometime.
[ That twining of colour is not the kind of thing you want to see going at a regular drip into your blood stream. He'd already been feeling like hammered shit and now that pounding of his head seems to be taking on a different pitch, a whine. ]
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Right, [ he roughs out. More a growl, now, sandpapery and quiet. Swallows again. ] We should do it again sometime.
[ That twining of colour is not the kind of thing you want to see going at a regular drip into your blood stream. He'd already been feeling like hammered shit and now that pounding of his head seems to be taking on a different pitch, a whine. ]