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torchwoodinstitute2016-08-31 08:20 am
aptly) wrote in torchwoodinstitute2016-08-31 08:20 am
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Who: Sylar and Teen Mohinder.
When: A few months after Mohinder is given powers by his older self's serum.
What: There are always side effects.
It was fine when Mohinder started to sleep in the corner of the room by the ceiling whenever there was exposed duct work or piping in the places that they stayed and Sylar had been amused enough by it (Mohinder took up so much less real estate this way) that he purposefully picked places where Momo Bug (a not so kept to himself nickname) could hang out. Literally.
It was fine when he started feeling the need to leave weird secretions behind too, when he was worried or scared or dreaming. It was like a very sticky sort of webbing that earned him a brand new nickname: Spider-Mo.
What Sylar was not fine with was the mood swings and the patent aggression.
He glared up at Spider-Mo now, one leg dangling, book in his hand. The teenager had retreated up there half an hour ago in a massive pouting fit when Sylar told him to stop climbing up the side of the building because he was being so annoyingly obvious and getting them entirely too much unwanted attention. Any more pouting, though, and Sylar was going to have to murder the kid.
He really didn't want to do that.
So he used his telekinesis to smack his foot and tumble him over the duct he was perched on instead.
When: A few months after Mohinder is given powers by his older self's serum.
What: There are always side effects.
It was fine when Mohinder started to sleep in the corner of the room by the ceiling whenever there was exposed duct work or piping in the places that they stayed and Sylar had been amused enough by it (Mohinder took up so much less real estate this way) that he purposefully picked places where Momo Bug (a not so kept to himself nickname) could hang out. Literally.
It was fine when he started feeling the need to leave weird secretions behind too, when he was worried or scared or dreaming. It was like a very sticky sort of webbing that earned him a brand new nickname: Spider-Mo.
What Sylar was not fine with was the mood swings and the patent aggression.
He glared up at Spider-Mo now, one leg dangling, book in his hand. The teenager had retreated up there half an hour ago in a massive pouting fit when Sylar told him to stop climbing up the side of the building because he was being so annoyingly obvious and getting them entirely too much unwanted attention. Any more pouting, though, and Sylar was going to have to murder the kid.
He really didn't want to do that.
So he used his telekinesis to smack his foot and tumble him over the duct he was perched on instead.