[kavinsky almost denies it, but then he doesn't. he decides instead that if billy can stand on the wuthering edge of nothing, he can too.
so he sits himself down. puts his feet over. and promptly stops feeling his feet for a few seconds, adrenaline pounding up his legs. but it's nothing like sylar's foot on his back, the bonesaw whining in his ear. it's nothing like that at all.] Sure.
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so he sits himself down. puts his feet over. and promptly stops feeling his feet for a few seconds, adrenaline pounding up his legs. but it's nothing like sylar's foot on his back, the bonesaw whining in his ear. it's nothing like that at all.] Sure.
Wanna take mine out and see what happens?