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This is a general action post for Gabriel Sylar. Feel free to set up any reasonable scenario- probably the best is to meet him at his shop, Sylar Timepiece Restoration and Repair. He's there Monday through Friday, 9am to 5pm. If you'd like to set up anything unusual, feel free to PM me.

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Faith takes a bite of her chicken, then shakes her head. For all Angel and Wes have dire predictions about her... being with Gabe, they're disgustingly domestic. He made chicken. And for fuck's sake, Faith is eating her freaking vegetables for him. She's sitting at the goddamn table, eating dinner he cooked for her. Yeah, the guy's no good, all right. Wes and Angel can shove it.

"The kid's sleeping it off some more. Probably gonna go party it up later, even if it's just to keep her ass outta trouble." Faith washes down a bite of something... green, whatever it is, with a huge sip of Coke. "Whatever shit's going down, not like she's gonna spill to me. Best I can do is play along, scare off anyone who tries to pull shit."

Another bite of chicken. "You gonna come with?"

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Sylar's been frowning faintly since near the end of his cooking, when he went to check the Network. Sometime it just ruins your day. He's eating heartily, though- he always cooks for six when it's him and Faith eating. They never seem to have trouble packing it down.

He'd been wondering about Blair, and he nods at the invitation. Partying isn't usually his thing, but he might as well try something new, especially with the latest development. It's probably a good thing he can't get drunk, not really.

"I'll come with you. Don't think I'll be too much of a bad influence?" he asks, smirking at her. Here, with the nerdy glasses and the hoodie, he doesn't figure he looks too scary. He shovels some broccoli in his mouth.

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Faith noticed the frown, but if Sylar wants to talk he'll talk. She's not very good at pushing in a way that doesn't seem confrontational; it's easier to invite him out, provide distractions. And she's eating, shoveling down half of the massive quantities Gabe never has to be reminded to make.

"Good deal. She's got a wicked tailspin going. Second pair of eyes could help." She grins, a little wickedly. "And I'm gonna make you dance."

The subtext that dancing equals having sex with clothes on in this situation should be painfully obvious.

She waves off his last remark, taking in his clothes and laughing. "Oh, hell yeah. Next thing you know, she'll be talking in the library. Real badass vibe you got going here."

Not that Faith's much tougher looking, herself; baggy sweats and the Sox sweater she bought with her first payout from Brooks. God only fucking knows how the hell that showed up in the City, but Faith's not looking too hard.

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He laughs, taking the glasses off and ruffling his hair. "There you go. Now I'm evil," he says, still smirking. It dies off pretty quickly. "And I'll be doing terrible things in the name of dancing. I think you might change your mind once you get me out on the dance floor." Sylar's very graceful, but he also only knows ballroom dancing. Party dancing is not his thing, but he'll pick it up as quickly as he can. Just like everything.

Come to think of it... "You know, I've never really gone out to a bar before? Not a club, anyway. It can be a whole new learning experience for me." He nods towards his room. "And of course, you got your extra pair of eyes."

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"Pretty weaksauce evil, babe. Think you gotta take off the hoodie for that." The banter comes easy: see, Gabe, this is how ridiculous I think you being evil is. Show, not tell. It's a secret language that she's continually shocked he can decipher. Especially with Angel and Wes finding new and interesting ways to read shit that she didn't mean into her words. This is easier.

"Easy. Just let me do all the work. You'll pick it up quick." Quick, easy confidence there. "Jesus, you serious? That's..." She grins, teasing. "Pretty fucking pathetic, actually. Lucky you got me to fix that up, now."

She follows his gaze to the bedroom, shaking her head. "Whatever little sister's mixed up about, it's big. Easier just to keep an eye on her and make sure she's not fucking herself over too bad."

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He's got an urge to tell her all of the terrible things he's done wearing a hoodie, but that would break the whole 'not dangerous' vibe he's got going here. So, perhaps not now. He makes like he's going to take the hoodie off, then just waves it off and leaves it, smiling back at her. He likes banter, it's fun.

"I'm starting to think I'm lucky I can't get drunk- or unlucky, I don't know which yet. But I expect the dancing will be fun." He gives her a wicked grin of his own, but it dies pretty quickly. "And I could use some fun tonight."

He takes the talk about Blair with little more of a nod. It's not that he doesn't understand self-destructive patterns, this is just a new one for him. He imagines Faith knows how to handle this one best. He vaguely wonders if Blair will just die of alcohol poisoning. Not that they'd notice much in this City.