“And why is that?” Cisco asked, almost offended. “Dude, my invention was your inspiration. If you tell me, I’ll tell you who those gauntlets belong to.” He sat back down in his chair and poked Landon’s side with his foot. “You know you want to tell me.”
“I could find out who those gauntlets belong to.” Landon pointed out. Internally, he was pretty much screaming. It wasn’t every day that his intellectual role model was poking him playfully. “I could find out pretty easily, actually. It wouldn’t be all that hard, I bet Uncle Micky would tell me if I pouted a bit.”
A smirk spread across his face. “I betcha couldn’t.” Cisco sat upright in his chair and rested his head on his hands. “This guy hasn’t been out for long. He’s a newcomer, remember?” This kid annoyed him at first, waltzing in like he owned the place. Now, Cisco found himself quickly growing fond of the young man, and he only hoped that it wouldn’t turn around to bite him in the ass.
