#asecretmuchtohardtokeep

[asksylar]

"Hey, I brought you something." Clair walked in and threw him some poptarts.

Catches them and raises a brow. "Things gotten worse or have you just come to feed the animal?"

[asksylar]

"Gladly."

Goes back to eating his poptarts.

[asksylar]

"Not necessarily." She kind of shrugged, then began to walk away. "Considering you do not want to help, I guess I will go." She continued with a smug smile across her lips as she took a few steps foward.

Waves. "Have fun."

[asksylar]

"Sam, Samuel Sullivan." She looked up and approached Sylar. Not getting to close, knowing his capabilities. ((You play a crazy legit Sylar. :3))

Sylar paused a moment. "Did a slice off a part of your head and it grow back wrong? He's been taken care of."

[asksylar]

She then became irritated. "If you don't want to help, you could have just said so." She sighed, then crossed her arms. She hated the fact that she could not say anything to Sylar without a smart remark back.

Shrugs. "Okay.  Considering you came to me, then obviously it must be pretty terrible, and considering I doubt I have anything to fear, not helping does seem like the easier route."

[asksylar]

She looked down, his words heard loud and clear. "I need your help..." She crossed her arms, then looked up at him.

"Obvious. None of you good lot ever come to me otherwise. What new form of hell as broken loose this time?"

[asksylar]

"How are you...?" She looked at him her eyes quite distressful.

He continues to give a blank look. "You're obviously here for a reason, Cheerleader. Get on with it so you can go your respectful way and I go my very far from respectable ways."

[asksylar]

"Hello Sylar..." Clair had quite the odd expression on her face, but did not hesitate none the less.

Sylar gives her a blank look. "What?"