Hartley frowned, still pouting. “I don’t like how put together you are. How am I supposed to make fun of you when you’re actually a real person now?”
“Let me be a real person for just a few more minutes.” He said, shuffling across the apartment grabbing the stray clothes. “Okay, maybe 30 more seconds.” Cisco sped-walked down the hallway and threw the clothes into his closet before closing the door. He quickly pulled on some Star Wars themes pants and ran back out to the common area. “I’m rarely put together, Hart. You should know that all too well.” He sighed, plopping down onto the couch next to the man.
