40 minutes later
Peter: Come on, pick up the damn phone…
Mohinder: Hello?
Peter: Mohinder?
Mohinder: Peter?
Peter: I
just thought I should warn you; Nathan is probably going to kill all three of us.
Mohinder: What?
Peter: I can’t believe you really called the cops; do you have any idea how difficult a temporary-necrophilia kink is to explain? Nathan will freak out if the press gets a hold of it.
Mohinder: That is a lot more information than I needed to hear…
Peter: It was a lot more than the nice officers needed to see; I think we scarred that poor rookie for life.
Mohinder: Is he still there?
Peter: He’s in the shower, what were you saying about a murder last night?
Mohinder: Your boyfriend ripped out someone’s brain…
Peter:
I told you, he couldn’t have done, I know exactly where he was all last night… Most of my neighbours know where he was last night; we’re not exactly quiet...we nearly fell off the fire escape at one point…
Mohinder: How can you be sure he didn’t slip away while you were asleep? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it.
Peter: Mohinder, when I say I’m sleeping with Sylar, that’s what’s called a euphemism… Umm, hang on a sec, something distracting just walked into the room… Oh My God! You’re soaking! Get a towel! If I’d wanted to get this wet I’d have climbed in with you!
Mohinder: Please will you focus?
Peter: Easy for you to say you don’t have aAAHHH THAT TICKLES! – soggy
serial killer trying to get you off the phone. What time did the murder happen?
Mohinder: Matt said some time between 9 p.m. and 1 a.m.
Peter: YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY TOES! Definitely not him then, must be a copycat.
Mohinder: You sound very sure.
Peter: ACK! I said that tickles! Hang on a sec;
somebody hasn’t been
the centre of attention for over a minute and he just can’t cope…was he this attention seeking as Zane? Sorry, awkward question… *muffled
* I thought you were getting a shower? *kiss noise*
Sylar (in background): I have done. Is that Mohinder again? What’s his problem now?
Peter: I phoned him, he doesn’t believe your alibi, what were we doing between nine and one last night?
Sylar (in background): Each other.
Peter: Yes obviously, but can you remember any specific times? Oh! Keep doing that…
Sylar (in background): I had you up against the kitchen wall at seven minutes past nine, I know that for sure.
Peter: That’s pretty precise…
Sylar (in background): Your clock stopped when your head bounced off it…I should probably fix it…
Mohinder: …
Peter: Christening the rug took a while *whispers into phone* it takes forever to convince him to spread his legs... OW! Stop that! No biting! Don’t make me smack you again!
Sylar (in background): You wouldn’t dare…
Peter: Never underestimate the awesome power of my suicidal urges…wall, rug, then we snuggled on the couch for a bit…
Sylar (in background): Then we hit the fire escape; it was about eleven twenty by the time we finished there. *more kiss noise*
Peter: You’re sure?
Sylar (in background): Yeah, don’t you remember your neighbour screaming at us? “Do you two perverts know what time it is? It’s quarter past eleven!” and all that…
Peter: Oh yeah, the tenants’ meeting is going to be fun this month.
Sylar (in background): Then we watched X-Files, that was eleven thirty till twelve thirty…
Mohinder: *weakly* X-Files?
Peter: It was that one with the homicidal conjoined twin, you know, the funny one…
Sylar (in background): And then you got the ice cream out…and then we needed a shower, because of the sticky…actually I think you still have some here… Why do you have ice cream behind your ear? Are you saving it for later?
Peter: AH! That tickles, don’t lick…oh actually…mmmmmmmmmmmmm…
Sylar: *takes phone* So I have a pretty good idea of my movements, Miss Mohinder Marple. What power did the prey have?
Mohinder: I fail to see how that’s any of your concern…
Peter: Give me that! Please tell me you didn’t tell him anything, I don’t need another ‘did-you-kill-somebody-else?’ row.
Sylar: *muffled* I thought you liked the make up sex…
Peter: I do, but that’s not the point is it? Normal couples fight over who left the lid off the toothpaste, not homicide.
Sylar (in background): I’m not normal, I’m special…you told me so… *kiss noise*
Mohinder: Well I’m glad to see you at least disapprove of his actions. I don’t understand how you can sleep with him after all he’s done…
Sylar (in background): I bet you ten bucks he’s going to tell you how I killed his father…again.
Peter: *sigh* Sylar, what have I told you about respecting other people’s feelings? *muffled* besides, we both know that’s a sure thing, I’m surprised he’s held off this long.
Mohinder: I HEARD THAT!
Sylar (in background): We’re in trouble now *snigger*. We got Mohinder mad! He’s going to narrate us to death.
Peter: *barely stifled giggle*
Mohinder: I don’t need to listen to this; I’m hanging up now.
Peter: Awww, Mo-mo don’t be like…
*Click*
Peter: that…shit…Sylar we’re never going to talk him into a threesome if you keep upsetting him…
Sylar: How come I always get the blame?
Peter: You're the villain, remember?
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