“Yeah, I was like six. It involved a bit of rope, the Gen23s and ruining a pair of sneakers.” He laughed. Sure at the time, that had hurt but it was funny to think back at tying the guns to his feet and trying to skate that way. He raised his eyebrows, wondering just how much he should say. So he hopped up on the table, swinging his feet idly. He wasn’t making any ice at the moment, but there were spots glowing a dangerous blue, waiting. “I definitely have some sweet kicks.”
“Wow. That sounds incredibly stupid.” Cisco laughed, knowing he would probably do something similar when he was younger. “Do they just create ice under your feet, or are there other features?” He asked, watching as the shoes glowed a brilliant blue.
Cisco backup 