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cisco ramon ([personal profile] namegenerator) wrote in [community profile] alphalogs 2016-08-15 01:23 am (UTC)

Cisco laughs again, shaking his head. "Yeah man, I know. There's a reason I was trying not to laugh and it wasn't for her benefit." There were worse places, Cisco thinks, to meet people than an assigned mission. "Ah, this isn't such a bad way to make a friend," he says, shrugging.

Stiles is actually making an attempt to check the windows. Cisco, on the other hand, collapses onto Gabi's bed, confident that she's still in the kitchen. "Oh man, her mattress is so much better than mine!" he hisses, pushing himself back up. He probably actually should do some sweeping while they're in here. "Tell me about it," Cisco groans, moving to the closet and pulling the door open, sweeping the...additional blue jumpsuits apart to make sure there's no one hiding in there. Not that he thought there would be anyone.

It's not a walk-in closet, but it's big enough for a person or several to fit into, if they felt so inclined. So Cisco moves into her closet and starts tapping on the back wall of it systematically, making sure that there isn't a hollow. If there was one, then he'd have to check with Gabi to make sure that she's the one that put it there, but if there isn't, then it doesn't matter. But nothing sounds too out of place, so Cisco steps back out of the closet and arranges her jumpsuits the way that they were. "If I didn't think we'd just get crickets, I'd say we should ask her how she got to BLUE, because for real...this is like a whole different world from RED and seriously, screw RED now." He pauses for a beat. "Even more than twenty minutes ago, that is."

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