All right, I don't know about the rest of you, but I could stand to blow off some steam. And it's America-Is-So-Much-Better-Than-You day, which I can't just let pass without making something explode
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[Look, she's laughing! You win, Murphy.] Okay, okay, I'm on my way.
[And so she is! Cissie's basically kept herself locked in her room all day--Sam was right, she is very sore from beating up punching bags yesterday. And still conflicted and stressed and moody, and she spent today ignoring the shitstorm for the sake of her own sanity and not making things worse by jumping in. So she is so ready to blow off steam and ignore everything Tim and Sylar related for a few hours.]
[Murphy makes a surprised sound around a mouthful of one of her own, waving to Cissie in lieu of speaking. There's an attractive smear of relish at the corner of her lip. She chokes down the bite.] What d'you want on it?
[There's a full buffet layout behind her, courtesy of Gabriel.]
[Cissie laughs. The relish is indeed attractive, Murphy. And Cissie's feeling better right now than she has all day. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, MURPH.] Hey, Murphy. It's okay, I can get one.
[And hey, SHE'LL TRY. One-handed and all! ...It won't go well. Hot dogs and condiments really do need two hands.]
[Murphy will let her try. At least until she can see which condiments the girl is going for. And then she will gently take over, piling them on the hot dog herself.] I don't think you want the ketchup autographing your cast.
[Cue the sheepish grin, but she's pretty grateful for the help.] Well, maybe not. It might ruin Gabriel's artwork. [Yes, it would be tragic for the minivan to be smeared with ketchup.]
I dunno. The ketchup might actually add a little something to it, in that particular case. [She finishes adding condiments and reaches for another bowl.] Chips?
[And so she is! Cissie's basically kept herself locked in her room all day--Sam was right, she is very sore from beating up punching bags yesterday. And still conflicted and stressed and moody, and she spent today ignoring the shitstorm for the sake of her own sanity and not making things worse by jumping in. So she is so ready to blow off steam and ignore everything Tim and Sylar related for a few hours.]
I was promised hot dogs.
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[There's a full buffet layout behind her, courtesy of Gabriel.]
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[And hey, SHE'LL TRY. One-handed and all! ...It won't go well. Hot dogs and condiments really do need two hands.]
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