"Too bad the next eighteen hours of our lives and change is going to be nothing but waiting around, am I right?" Cisco asks, his tone sounding drawn but he's rolling his eyes and smiling a little in a ain't that just the way it goes? sort of away.
Ironically, Cisco thinks, if The Computer wasn't so anti-mutant, then maybe there wouldn't also be an Anti-Mutant hate group and then he and Stiles could be doing a zillion other equally stupid and boring things, but they'd be stupid and boring on their terms, rather than the Computer's. Go figure. "Yeah, probably not the best idea," Cisco agrees, his lips pressed together slightly.
Stiles starts moving and Cisco doesn't take long to catch up, even if he got a belated start. This kid is like no joke, ducking and bobbing and ain't nobody got time for that, so Cisco lets him and takes his time joining him. "Excuse me?" he calls out to the woman when Stiles looks to be within a decent distance from her. Cisco pushes his way past a handful of GREENS passing in the hall and taking up the whole width of it. "Jerks," he mutters with a frown. "Excuse me, ma'am?"
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Ironically, Cisco thinks, if The Computer wasn't so anti-mutant, then maybe there wouldn't also be an Anti-Mutant hate group and then he and Stiles could be doing a zillion other equally stupid and boring things, but they'd be stupid and boring on their terms, rather than the Computer's. Go figure. "Yeah, probably not the best idea," Cisco agrees, his lips pressed together slightly.
Stiles starts moving and Cisco doesn't take long to catch up, even if he got a belated start. This kid is like no joke, ducking and bobbing and ain't nobody got time for that, so Cisco lets him and takes his time joining him. "Excuse me?" he calls out to the woman when Stiles looks to be within a decent distance from her. Cisco pushes his way past a handful of GREENS passing in the hall and taking up the whole width of it. "Jerks," he mutters with a frown. "Excuse me, ma'am?"