Date: 2007-10-30 06:52 pm (UTC)
Stop rubbing. Cold water. Right.

Sylar paused for a moment, fingers pinched to the bridge of his nose as he waited. He would have shot Mohinder an extremely decisive look, were it not for the mace sizzling away in his sockets right now. "And... what, I can just make this appear out of nowhere?" he shot back, waving a hand in the general direction of Mohinder, patience definitely waning in light of the situation. Frost, maybe, but he couldn't exactly freeze over his eyeballs right now.

"What are you waiting for?" he added in a snap, that sort of voice sliding towards the edge of so desperate that he nearly sounded something approaching human for a minute. "Go get it."
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