[ He'd seen it only in a dream, but it surprises Cisco, that that ability also can be suppressed by the cuffs. There must be some part of it that came from Genji's DNA. That was the only explanation. Which is a fascinating thing to think about - for another day.
Cisco opens his mouth to joke why didn't you tell me sooner?!, but he thinks better of it. He would have to be the multiverse's biggest hypocrite to say that, even in a teasing and fond way. Hadn't he hid his powers from everyone, for not just a couple weeks, but for months? And even if Genji seems to be handling all of this with relative calm, that doesn't mean he isn't scared. Perhaps he's just hiding it better.
The last thing that Cisco wants is for Genji's first experiences with these powers to be anywhere near as awful as his own first experiences with his. He would do just about anything, to prevent that. So he just smiles, nodding, sympathy in his expression as he sets his hands on his hips and surveys the room around them. ]
You can't go off to the astral plane yet, Hana. I think it's gonna take all three of us to clean up this mess. Unless you want your place to stay like this.
[ There were vines everywhere, and flowers, too. The effect is surreal and beautiful for now, but the quicker it gets cleaned up, the more damage to the structure of the house and it's furniture they can prevent. There's just one complication to that.
He fishes in his back pocket, pulling out a little swiss army knife and glancing nervously to Genji. Chewing his lower lip, he walks over to a little tendril of vine curling around the front door handle. ]
I'm gonna test somethin', okay, Genji? You just, um. Tell me if you can feel this.
[ And, with the quickness and resolve of ripping off a bandaid as fast as possible, Cisco cuts off the little vine where it branches off, looking at Genji to see if he winces, if there is some kind of connection between his body or mind and the vines themselves, even with those cuffs on. ]
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[ He'd seen it only in a dream, but it surprises Cisco, that that ability also can be suppressed by the cuffs. There must be some part of it that came from Genji's DNA. That was the only explanation. Which is a fascinating thing to think about - for another day.
Cisco opens his mouth to joke why didn't you tell me sooner?!, but he thinks better of it. He would have to be the multiverse's biggest hypocrite to say that, even in a teasing and fond way. Hadn't he hid his powers from everyone, for not just a couple weeks, but for months? And even if Genji seems to be handling all of this with relative calm, that doesn't mean he isn't scared. Perhaps he's just hiding it better.
The last thing that Cisco wants is for Genji's first experiences with these powers to be anywhere near as awful as his own first experiences with his. He would do just about anything, to prevent that. So he just smiles, nodding, sympathy in his expression as he sets his hands on his hips and surveys the room around them. ]
You can't go off to the astral plane yet, Hana. I think it's gonna take all three of us to clean up this mess. Unless you want your place to stay like this.
[ There were vines everywhere, and flowers, too. The effect is surreal and beautiful for now, but the quicker it gets cleaned up, the more damage to the structure of the house and it's furniture they can prevent. There's just one complication to that.
He fishes in his back pocket, pulling out a little swiss army knife and glancing nervously to Genji. Chewing his lower lip, he walks over to a little tendril of vine curling around the front door handle. ]
I'm gonna test somethin', okay, Genji? You just, um. Tell me if you can feel this.
[ And, with the quickness and resolve of ripping off a bandaid as fast as possible, Cisco cuts off the little vine where it branches off, looking at Genji to see if he winces, if there is some kind of connection between his body or mind and the vines themselves, even with those cuffs on. ]