[ Sylar went for the ball before he realised whose feet it had rolled to, wagging his tail as he looked up. His delight faltered at once, and he sniffed once as though to double-check what his eyes were seeing. It was him. He blinked at the ball in Duo's hand, uncertain, and then Peter was there behind him.
He glanced up, once, then back again, looking straight at Duo as he calculated what to do, then carefully sat down. But try as he might to concentrate on the precariousness of this situation, his eyes kept flicking toward the ball. ]
Oh Duo.
He glanced up, once, then back again, looking straight at Duo as he calculated what to do, then carefully sat down. But try as he might to concentrate on the precariousness of this situation, his eyes kept flicking toward the ball. ]