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[Jesse is completely tweaking, which might be apparent to those who've gotten to know him, as his energy level is doubled. Not over-the-top, but a change from his default state of dead-eyed depression. He's excited!]

Hey, yo. 'sup, new guys. I'm Jesse Pinkman and I'm sorry I wasn't around to say hello the day you all showed up, but I was kinda busy with some real stupid shit. Anyway, that's all over now, so I'm all like - hey, let's do the friendly neighbor thing. 'cause, you know, it sucks balls showing up here at the end of the world all outta nowhere.

Anyway, I baked a bunch of cookies and shit, 'cause that's like the only thing to do around here since we don't even got TV. So anybody with some munchies or whatever, looking for some fine baked goods, you just drop by room 409 and I am here to deliver. It's delicious, yo. Ask Collette or Rin or Claire. They'll back me up on this.

You wanna stick around and smoke or drink, too, that's cool. I ain't saying it's a party, but it's a party.

And, um, hey - everybody who came down to my murder trial and put in a good word for me: thanks. Like, seriously. You literally saved my life, so you're awesome. I love you. I love you. I love you. Thank you.

(( Action threads are cool if you just want to show up at Jesse's place! ))

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[And then Sylar was on his way to the other man's room, not planning on wasting any time. He had already touched Jesse, already had the other man's face when he wanted. He knew that the man was somehow significant to Claire. What he didn't know yet was how significant. Hence his sudden sweet tooth.

Arriving in very little time at all, the killer lifted a hand to knock gently on the door of apartment 409.]

[Jesse's winding down by now, so he answers the door with a little less enthusiasm. He's friendly, though - a different kind of friendly than he gets around the kids and the girls, less playful and more macho. Sylar gets a nod instead of a smile.]

Yo, 'sup. Come right in.

[And he turns to lead the way back to the kitchen, totally oblivious to his guest's identity.]

Thank you.

[In contrast, Sylar's voice isn't his normal tone of arrogance. He's more meek, like Zane Taylor, tugging at the ends of his sleeves and smiling lightly at the man. The killer looks around as if curious, trying to take everything in but not stand out.]

[That makes Jesse feel instantly more at ease. This guy's reminding him of himself a little, though he doesn't outright realize it. Once in the kitchen, Jesse sweeps an arm out to gesture to the various cookie trays, becoming more gregarious to help his new friend relax a little.]

Take as much as you want. No way I'm gonna be able to eat 'em all.

[Sylar smiles with the same almost-shyness as he follows Jesse into the kitchen. The man is overly friendly and trusting; that alone says why Claire must like the guy. Daddy never loved her quite enough. Either of them.]

Thanks- Thank you. Did you do these all by yourself?

[He steps forward and begins looking over them, tugging at the ends of his sleeves again and appearing ever the image of insecurity.]

Do you- Sorry, do you have a bag or a plate I could borrow maybe?

Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on -

[He looks around for a second, then swipes a plate off one of the shelves to offer to his guest.]

Here. Yeah, I did it all myself this time. It's kinda just a thing, you know, for fun.

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