“Ugh, you had to go with frat boy?” Landon said, disgusted by the very idea. Like he could ever get along with frats. Like they’d let a guy who did figure skating into a frat. “Mm-hm, cool. What’s it do?”
He tracked is fingers over the edge, feeling along little gears and wires. Sure, he modified the gun into his cold shoes, but he was no where near as talented as Cisco. “I won’t break it. I know how sensitive these things can be.”
Cisco let a smirk pull at the corners of his mouth. “Well, they can do many things. They help the user hone their abilities and more easily open interdimensional potrals, send out vibrational blasts, and teleport.” He was relieved that Landon knew the fragility of technology, unlike some of the the STAR Lab’s other unexpected guests.
“Although, that teleport thing only happened once, to my knowledge.” And it will probably never happen again, Cisco thought as he used the desk to pull himself back to his feet.
Cisco backup 