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Who: Sylar (

gabriel_gray ) and Jack Harkness (

jackedthename )
When: April 3rd
Where: Underground mall
Summary: Sylar's favourite shirt was ruined a couple of days ago and so naturally this means a shopping trip while Peter is at work.
Warnings: Only mentions of violence and smut this time.

[ There was just something about browsing the men's wear department that was incredibly theraputic. Sylar found it peaceful, where time could pass without even thinking about it for once. He could lose himself in the feel of fabric, in something that was incredibly normal, in something which other people did as a matter of course, like eating and breathing--shopping was a fact of life.

More importantly, it had never been something he'd enjoyed before, years ago. Gabriel had been content to wear his v-neck sweaters until the end of time itself, but the moment he'd been free to become something else, found freedom to choose how he looked, he had gone to it with passion. He could be more, work out who he was--choose, just like everyone else. And he had chosen black, cosmopolitan and sharp, functional and fashionable.

But clothing didn't survive the extremes that Sylar put it through for long. Electricity, radioactivity, ice and regeneration and blood and battle, it all took its toll, and sometimes even wanted men needed to get out of their apartment and buy new shirts. Just so long as it was anything in black. ]

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[ He cocked his head away, going back to sifting through the shirts. ]

Maybe not, but he's the jealous type. I'm taking a risk even inviting you for coffee.

Oh, so I'm invited for coffee now? As long as it's not Starbucks or anything.

I thought everyone knew that Starbucks isn't real coffee.

[ He cast a look toward Jack. ]

I still don't know your name.

Well, yeah, but sometimes it's the only thing you feel like getting.

[And a smile.]

Jack Harkness. What's yours?

Davis. Brian Davis.

[ It'd make it more difficult to hunt if Jack knew his name, but since he didn't know who he was from his face or his voice, it was too much to risk it. Brian was his first victim; he made a safe cover. ]

Pleased to meet you, handsome.

[And cue the charming smile.]

So what's this about coffee?

I know just the place. [ He raises his armful of shopping. ] Shall we?

[ And he actually intended to pay for it. Amazing. ]

Sure, just let me get these. [...Okay, so his shopping hadn't come to too much. At least he had some shirts.]

[ Sylar follows, his own shopping folded over his arm. He takes the opposite counter, and puts a new tub of black shoe polish on top of the pile from the display beside the door. The woman is a little slow, but it gives him a moment to study the back of Jack's head again, as though it could provide answers. ]

[And shall we skip ahead to where they're heading off for coffee, perhaps?]

[ Sylar holds open the door to the coffee shop; a cute little thing tucked into a dark corner of the mall. He drinks here because when you're a wanted man you find places like this. ]

[Jack quirks an eyebrow and heads in, looking around. It certainly smells good. Ianto might approve, depending on how good the coffee is. It's a good mental note to make if he ever shows up.]

[ Sylar lead the way to a quiet table. There was one waitress and the owner working, which meant that everything was peaceful and intimate, and there was less to distract a busy mind when he was trying to focus on something in particular. ]

So what's your deal? Alternate world, past, future, alien planet, comic book superhero?

Any of those could be applicable, really, except maybe the last. Alternate world is right, anyway.

[ He shakes his head slightly, giving the slightest telekinetic flick to the menu to send it toward Jack. ]

More interesting every second. And more cryptic.

[A thin smile.]

Force of habit. Comes with the job.

Which job is that, exactly?

[ Looking quizzical and waving over one of the lone waitress once she's done with her latest order. ]

[He gives her his order before answering, that smile changing into a small smirk.]

I hunt aliens.

[ He gives his own - a kind of ground coffee he can only get here - and all without removing his attention from Jack. ]

Only hunt?

Well -- hunt, protect England, all that sort of fun thing.

What would aliens want with England?

[ Yeah, sorry Jack. ]

[A frank stare.] To be honest, a lot more than they would want with the United States.

Sure, whatever you say. Because from space what gets your attention first and foremost is a tiny wet island with pretty much no natural resources, right?

[ It's a teasing smile that gives away that he's messing with you, Jack. ]

Edited 2012-05-01 15:56 (UTC)

Well, no, but a country with a rift in space and time running through it might. [Have a cheerful smile right back.] Specifically, a rift that a certain infamous friend of mine stops to refuel at every so often.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Alright, you got me. I don't have a quip to beat that one.

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