[ Cisco's somewhat nervous energy is all the more obvious when he doesn't have the tea bag to hold onto any more. He wrings his hands together as he steps inside; when he notices what Genji is wearing, he laughs softly and points: ]
Dig the shirt.
[ His own is fairly spectacular, but that's not very out of the ordinary, considering every time Genji has seen him, Cisco's probably had a different nerdy graphic tee on. That was just how he rolled. ]
Sure. Right. Cool.
[ Cisco is glad, for the time being, to be told what to do. He goes into the living room, takes off his shoes, and sits cross-legged on the couch, trying not to fidget or seem impatient. There's a rational part of his mind that knows there's nothing to be so amped up about, but there is nonetheless a lingering awkwardness that he doesn't know how to dispel. ]
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Dig the shirt.
[ His own is fairly spectacular, but that's not very out of the ordinary, considering every time Genji has seen him, Cisco's probably had a different nerdy graphic tee on. That was just how he rolled. ]
Sure. Right. Cool.
[ Cisco is glad, for the time being, to be told what to do. He goes into the living room, takes off his shoes, and sits cross-legged on the couch, trying not to fidget or seem impatient. There's a rational part of his mind that knows there's nothing to be so amped up about, but there is nonetheless a lingering awkwardness that he doesn't know how to dispel. ]