text; broken head and the stars are spinning

[mimic]

Anyone else having trouble sleeping lately? [ He's tried counting sheep. He counted up to a hundred thousand before deciding he should quit it. Peter's hoping that some random conversations via text will help get his mind off... well, everything.

He just can't seem to relax. One thought leads to another leads to another. It's a constant stream of noise made worse by this ability to hear people's thoughts. It's a jumble of words that don't make sense and he can't seem to shut that off. ]

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[mimic]

I was told saving the cheerleader would save the world.

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[watchmaker]

Yeah, you did that awhile back. Turns out the world needed saving more than once. Figures, right?

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[mimic]

So the last thing you did before you got here was to help save the world?

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[watchmaker]

Basically. There might have been a sandwich after -- I do get hungry.

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[mimic]

[ He can't imagine what they'd all be going through right now if Sylar had appeared in Wonderland in that serial killer stage. He's definitely relieved and glad to hear the last thing he did was to help save the world. It's a big deal. ]

How's the cooking going?

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[watchmaker]

[ummmm there would be a lot of people who died within like his first week. they'd be fine now, because wonderland, but like. not a good time.]

Slowly. I made a nice baked ziti the other day.

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[mimic]

Ate it all on your own?

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[watchmaker]

Of course. I'm not big on sharing.

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[mimic]

Figures.

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[watchmaker]

Should I leave some for you next time?

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[mimic]

I thought you said you weren't big on sharing.

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[watchmaker]

You're different. I'd share with you. Maybe.