She walks in, foot falls DEMANDING attention. Unlike their prior meetings, a smile graces her lips. It’s tinted with light smugness but it’s there nonetheless.
❛ Let me guess. I’m forgettable? ❜
The sarcasm is HEAVY. She knew she was anything but, and she’d bet anything she was right.
Cisco turns towards the footsteps and away from his workstation, curious as to who was visiting his lab. A smile pulled at his lips at the sight of the woman as he leaned back against his workstation. “More like unforgettable,” he quipped. “I’m still reeling from our last encounter.”
“Okay, Cait. Whatever you say.” Cisco giggled, putting a hand on his friend’s elbow to help guide her way. “Let’s get you home, hmm? Maybe we can have a movie night and wear our onesies sometime.”
“I don’t want to go home I want to be here with you all.” She pouts and takes another sip. “To friendship!” She said drunken stupor leaving her lips.
“Come on let me stay” she said putting the beer down. “Oh movie movie let’s do that” she said giggling.
“Yeah, let’s go watch a movie,” Cisco giggled, waving to their friends as they left. “We can even drink some water and have some snacks, how does that sound?”
“So, who’s walking all over you? If you’re doing everything to stop those who pose a threat, who’s left to stop?” She rose a brow, now slowly pulling out of the idea of that sense of knowing, for he was now experiencing something completely different so it seemed. In spite of it all, she was still awaiting his response as her finger lifted his mask up in absent minded thought.
“My friends, my enemies, I think the question is more like who isn’t walking all over me.” Cisco spit, crossing his arms. “There’s always going to be crime on the streets, thugs stealing and hurting those who can’t defend themselves. There’s never going to be a time where a city is crimeless. Never,” he sighed, part of him wanting to get up and figure out upgrades to his tech, just to distract himself from the anger that was bubbling inside. He knew that would just waste his time and engery, so he decided against it. “Sorry, I don’t mean to dump this all on you.”
Woo, okay that was…an interesting outburst coming from such a nice guy. Unfortunately, she related all to well with him and his situation. “Join the meta party.” Claire cracked a gentle smile, revealing a pair of pearly whites as she shut the laptop to a closed state. “Being a journalist also automatically makes me an unlicensed therapist, so I’m all ears.” Hands pulled further out the chair that sat adjacent to her, practically telling him to sit down rather than asking.
Cisco took off his goggles and gauntlets and set them on the desk before flopping into the seat. “I mean, it just sucks. I can do so much to stop people, but I don’t because I refuse to hurt anyone unless they are a danger to the city, to others, or directly threatening my team.”
Her eyes glanced up from a luminous screen basking in her attention so greedily, that the abrupt comment totally caught her off guard. At least she was responsive to him, for most of the time it would take more than a simple greeting to rip her away from her writings. “Uh, are you okay?” Emphasis on the /are/ was made out of true and genuine curiosity, because for a happy go-lucky kind of guy– this one seemed pissed.
“No!” Cisco yelled, holding himself back from breaking things. He sighed heavily and clenched his jaw. “I’m sick of people always walking all over me and seeing me as anything but a threat.”
Cisco backup 