"Noah might have some things laying around," she answered, pulling her top of her head. She took a moment to adjust it before sauntering over and pressing against him with a grin. She pecked him on the lips and led the way, the skip in her step, for once, not fabricated or overly exaggerated. His regular little room he used away from home was locked, of course, and she pouted at Sylar for help.
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Date: 2009-07-11 04:05 pm (UTC)