Going postal (5YG Verse only)

[youngerpetrelli]

You have a 45% chance of going postal!

The chances of a killing spree in your future are pretty low. But discuss any problems you have with a therapist. Or your local barman. Talking about your feelings is very important... well, and emmasculating, but let's not talk about that.

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[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

Is it cause of my influence?

[youngerpetrelli]

*amused look* That I'm less than 50% likely, or that it's this high?

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

That it's low. I'd like to think I'm a good influence.

[youngerpetrelli]

Yeah, I'd say you are. I kind of think what I was doing before wasn't all that good for my mental state...

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

But now you're doing me so...

[youngerpetrelli]

*laughs* Yes. Yes I am. *pulls him in for a quick hug*

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

*can't help but cop a feel*

And this pleases you?

[youngerpetrelli]

*purrs, gropes him in return*

It most definitely does.

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling a giving mood today. I'll do whatever you want.

[youngerpetrelli]

*purrs again, murmurs against his lips* Hmmn... I need to figure out how to take advantage of this.

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

Take your time. *sits on the couch, no, lays on the couch*

[youngerpetrelli]

*remains standing, looks him up and down with a wicked smile, then very slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt using telekinesis*

I actually can be patient, sometimes...

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

*looks down, wide eyed*

[youngerpetrelli]

*grins, continues slowly undressing him*

Telekinesis is such a useful ability...

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

But oh so teasing... *rolls his eyes* I said, I can do anything for you.

[youngerpetrelli]

Hmmn... *telekinetic stroke over his chest, still watching him* I don't think we ever really explored that predatory side of yours...

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

*a smirk* And? I need my requests in full coherent sentences, lover.

[youngerpetrelli]

*grins, then leans in close and whispers* You keep being a smart-ass like that, and I might change my mind and put you over my knee for a spanking...

*kisses Ford, then stands straight again, looking down at him* Now that I've got you there, I think I need to think on it more...

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

DECIDE! *crosses arms, before rubbing his package*

[youngerpetrelli]

Tsk... So demanding. *gestures lazily and suddenly Ford's hands are pinned to the sofa. Then he looks him up and down again and smirks* That's really hot... I shouldn't be so unkind, though... *climbs onto the sofa to straddle him and leans in to kiss him* I'm sorry for teasing, Lover.

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

*kisses back, biting at his lower lip* Make it up to me? *bucks into him*

[youngerpetrelli]

*moans softly and nods* Yeah, definitely. We need to be on the bed, I think. *moment of concentration, and all of a sudden they are*

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

I love when you do that.

[youngerpetrelli]

*eyebrow* Really?

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Amateur... *snerk!*

[youngerpetrelli]

*laughs* Not quite sure how I ended up that well adjusted. I think the meme's broken.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I think the deal breaker is the last question. I answered "yes". I have a great desire to round up Parkman and his cronies and execute them in public.

[youngerpetrelli]

I've never liked killing. It's a necessary evil, but...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I have gotten to the point sometimes where I don't care. Most of the time it worries me, but there are points in my life where I truly feel homicidal. I guess tonight was one of them.

[youngerpetrelli]

Yeah -- well, we both know how my temper goes, so...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

In that we are matched, my friend. We both have very bad tempers when pushed.

[youngerpetrelli]

Yeah.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

So, how are things going? Haven't seen much of you lately.

[youngerpetrelli]

Been a little distracted recently. Bad nightmares, relocating back to New York, taking in strays...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

You're in New York? Why didn't you tell me?

[youngerpetrelli]

Only been here a couple of days -- sorry...

Niki kicked me out when I woke her up, screaming, four nights in a row.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear that. So, what strays have you been taking in?

[youngerpetrelli]

Young telepath -- Homeland Security slaughtered his parents...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Telepath? *Hiro looks a little wary.*

[youngerpetrelli]

He's safe -- I checked. *darkly* And hopefully Parkman has a migraine for his efforts, too.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

You were in contact with Parkman?!

[youngerpetrelli]

Oh hell no -- I dealt with his traps, and I'm hoping it hurt when I did it.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

He set traps in the boy's mind? Bastard!

[youngerpetrelli]

Yeah. Fucking collaborator bastard...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

So, when do I get to meet your "stray"?

[youngerpetrelli]

*grins* I'll warn him a friend is coming to visit -- you can pop on by tomorrow. It's the safe-house. You know the place...

ooc: needless to say, I have no idea when "tomorrow" really is -- bendy time is our friend!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan. Want me to bring anything?

OOC: Oh yeah. Bendy time is our best buddy...