WHO: Elle Bishop and Sylar. WHERE: Sylar's room. WHEN: After this conversation. RATING: TBD. WARNINGS: None yet. STATUS: In progress.
Elle was pretty sure that if she didn't get away soon, she was going to beat her annoying, overly perky roommate to death with her shoe. She wasn't about to waste her power on someone so pathetic. Sylar's invitation was a welcome distraction, and she was looking forward to the visit. Since their truce and subsequent alliance, she'd come to see just how interesting he was. Of course, that could have been because he was the only other person who seemed not to be an idiot. As such, she put a little extra effort in before coming to see him. Not that it was noticeable at first glance, the skirt, blouse and heels typical attire for her, but the discussion of underthings had caused her to select something a little more interesting.
She didn't bother with knocking when she reached his room. He was expecting her. "Hey," she said with a smile, taking a seat on his bed.