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Almost a week. Looks like I haven't missed too much. No post-flood apologies, apparent crises, or fresh wounds. Anyone miss me?

[Someone sounds lighthearted for once! It's a ruse. But it's a very good one, so enjoy happyish Tim for a bit, Barge. c:]

[Private to Sylar]

You're still on my Item.

[Private to the Admiral]

I think it's time for a change here. I want my new apartment on Park Row.

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I was distracted.

Enough not to throw this away. Did anything happen?

[Hrn.] Not since you left. Cissie left me before that, not that you bothered to ask.

I want to see you.

[...Oops.] Our timing was pretty crappy on that. Sorry.

Sure. I'll come by your room.

I didn't ask for a new warden. I know how you are; I didn't ask.

No. I want to come by yours.

I'm glad. I should have said that.

Okay. It's different now. The inside, anyway.

I'll be there shortly.

[ooc; Sorry, I fell off the grid with school stuff. Did you want to spam/log/assume this? Also, I'd like to make a post with Sylar before he leaves, but I can do that now (assume his graduation happened in this spam) or wait until after port or whatever you'd like and we can choose to assume or slow tag that (if it's separate)? I'd love to slow-play it out if you're up for that, but I'm cool assuming too. <3]

Edited 2011-09-15 15:59 (UTC)

[Aand Tim waited, walking through his new, bigger digs, still getting used to everything.]

((OOC: It's all good! We can spam it out here, and you can put up the post? I'm good with waiting if you want to do something with him in port, but I'm good either way, really. :p))

[Sylar arrived shortly thereafter, testing the door to see if he could let himself in with his abilities, as was the habit these days. If it was unlocked, he would open the door but not actually enter until Tim invited him in; if it was locked, then he would, of course, give a few knocks.]

[It was locked, but only because Tim had been wandering around in favor of unlocking the door first, but he headed right over when the knocks came, pulling open the door and smiling at Sylar. It It was big, happy, but not quite...real. It didn't look fake, just felt a little off.]

Hey. Come in. [He stepped to the side; the new apartment was modern, rich without showing off.] So...how was it? [Post break up blues. Tim's at least had months to deal with it. Kind of.]

[Sylar entered without comment, glowering at Tim. Just because he had chosen to remain with his warden didn't mean that the boy would be getting away without any displeasure or anger at all.

The inmate let himself in once the door was open, moving forward. He began to meander slowly around the outskirts of the room, silently judging everything that was on the shelves and all of the furniture, decorations, etc. About halfway down the first wall, he finally replied to the warden.]

"How do you think? I was heart--" [A beat.] "I was alone. Completely alone."

[Heart what. Broken? Part of Tim wanted to tell him he shouldn't have slept with Elle, if that was how he felt - but he didn't want to ruin the conversation before it began. So he kept it to himself.] I'm sorry. That was crappy of me.

[Just like everything else. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tim wandered after Sylar, pausing next to a fish tank.] There's something I want to show you.

[The inmate continued meandering around, frowning slightly as Tim apologized and blamed himself; it wasn't exactly the reply he was expecting. Although he wasn't fond of Tim's choice to leave, he didn't want the boy shouldering more burdens, so he offered all that he could truthfully give.] "I understand."

[When Tim spoke again, Sylar stopped and turned slowly to face his warden with one eyebrow risen in curiosity.] "What is it?"

[Tim wasn't sure he did, but he didn't say so. Instead, he rolled up his sleeve, and turned to smile at Sylar before reaching into the fish tank, flicking a hidden switch. The wall in front of him depressed, then slid to one side.] My 'cave.'

[Sylar watched Tim with raised eyebrows, a smirk spreading on his lips as the warden reached into the tank and then flipped the switch. The inmate could guess how significant this was and, almost immediately, he didn't mind that Tim had gone. Well-- he still minded, but it felt like the two of them against the Barge again.]

"You trust me to know where it is?

[Tim smiled wryly before stepping through. The layout felt odd to him; at home, there were three levels and a subbasement. Here, it was just the one.] Actually, I'm planning to wipe your mind of this later.

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