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cool, traditionally prepared calf brains coming right up
(i'm just kidding, i would never)
[ He doesn't spoil Eddie, not really. But he sure is going to, for his makeup birthday. He's already brainstorming things that he can give him. Things he knows Eddie likes - things that Eddie might be too embarrassed to get for himself or not even realize he wanted. ]
oh, we're doing this. day after tomorrow. it's on.
[ That's enough time for Cisco to make all the preparations and let all the potential guests know, but soon enough that Eddie won't have to wait. ]
(i'm just kidding, i would never)
[ He doesn't spoil Eddie, not really. But he sure is going to, for his makeup birthday. He's already brainstorming things that he can give him. Things he knows Eddie likes - things that Eddie might be too embarrassed to get for himself or not even realize he wanted. ]
oh, we're doing this. day after tomorrow. it's on.
[ That's enough time for Cisco to make all the preparations and let all the potential guests know, but soon enough that Eddie won't have to wait. ]
Oh wow, is that seriously a traditional dish?
(I'd try it, for the record. I've eaten chicken feet and congealed cow's blood rolled in peanuts on a stick, I'm willing to try anything.)
Alright. I'll make sure not to have any plans.
[And, a few moments later.]
Thank you, Cisco. You're really good to me.
(I'd try it, for the record. I've eaten chicken feet and congealed cow's blood rolled in peanuts on a stick, I'm willing to try anything.)
Alright. I'll make sure not to have any plans.
[And, a few moments later.]
Thank you, Cisco. You're really good to me.
breaded and fried, better believe it.
ok i would totally make it and indulge your adventurous gustatory side but i've never actually cooked it before and i'd be kind of worried about messing it up and giving you some kind of horrible disease neither of us have heard of, or you know just making it really gross, so maybe we can save that one for some other day.
but there will be plenty of other stuff you've never had, i bet. trust me.
it's no trouble.
i'm just sorry it'll be a little late.
ok i would totally make it and indulge your adventurous gustatory side but i've never actually cooked it before and i'd be kind of worried about messing it up and giving you some kind of horrible disease neither of us have heard of, or you know just making it really gross, so maybe we can save that one for some other day.
but there will be plenty of other stuff you've never had, i bet. trust me.
it's no trouble.
i'm just sorry it'll be a little late.
Sounds like that would be a really interesting texture, not gonna lie. Have you tried it?
And I'm looking forward to whatever you make. I just really like the idea of trying your cooking.
Don't be sorry. It isn't your fault, and I really, really don't mind.
And I'm looking forward to whatever you make. I just really like the idea of trying your cooking.
Don't be sorry. It isn't your fault, and I really, really don't mind.
Yep. For science. Only for science. 100%. Nooooo other motivations whatsoever. Just testing your brain chemistry.
[ He knows he's not fooling anyone; Cisco keeps on grinning and sewing, though he looks up and pauses to pluck another bit of catnip out of Harry's hair for him. Because that's what friends are for. Probably did him some good to relax, even if it was only for a quarter of an hour or so. Harry has a stressful life - they all do, here in this place. It's a wonder none of them have gone stir crazy, but at least Cisco and most of the rest of them know how to have fun and blow off steam and distract themselves. Harry, though, it's all work work work with him. ]
Not even Caitlin? Could be medically relevant...
[ Cisco's tone of voice makes it clear that he is joking, though there is a kernel of truth to it. He turns his attention back down to the jeans, stitching away. The denim is tough but he has a thimble and plenty of experience with plying a needle. Probably he could manage these with a machine, but he didn't look for one. It'll be better hand-sewn, anyway, and who knows how long Harry will be like this.
When he finishes up that first pair, Cisco holds them up, measuring, looking for stray threads, before he shoves the jeans at Harry. ]
Try them on?
[ He knows he's not fooling anyone; Cisco keeps on grinning and sewing, though he looks up and pauses to pluck another bit of catnip out of Harry's hair for him. Because that's what friends are for. Probably did him some good to relax, even if it was only for a quarter of an hour or so. Harry has a stressful life - they all do, here in this place. It's a wonder none of them have gone stir crazy, but at least Cisco and most of the rest of them know how to have fun and blow off steam and distract themselves. Harry, though, it's all work work work with him. ]
Not even Caitlin? Could be medically relevant...
[ Cisco's tone of voice makes it clear that he is joking, though there is a kernel of truth to it. He turns his attention back down to the jeans, stitching away. The denim is tough but he has a thimble and plenty of experience with plying a needle. Probably he could manage these with a machine, but he didn't look for one. It'll be better hand-sewn, anyway, and who knows how long Harry will be like this.
When he finishes up that first pair, Cisco holds them up, measuring, looking for stray threads, before he shoves the jeans at Harry. ]
Try them on?
[ If he seems more mellow than normal (which, to be fair, is any amount of mellow whatsoever), it's because he is. Though it's more like his behavior has become muted in some ways, movements having just a touch of lethargy to them. If Ramon wanted to know whether or not he could get stoned off of catnip? He definitely had a solid answer by now.
Harrison nudges him once or twice more with his foot at Cisco's remarks. It's not a rough nudge — just enough to be annoying at best. ]
Not even Snow. This? [ At that, he gestures between the two of them idly. ] Is between us.
[ He snatches the pants as he stands, heading around a corner to change into them. Modesty at this point is down the drain with him, particularly after the one-two punch of Grodd and Spivot, though he'd never had much to begin with. It's more for Ramon's benefit than anything, and he rolls his eyes at that thought, tugging the pants on. Carefully, he feeds the tail (and it still makes him raise an eyebrow a day later, that damn tail) through the hole Cisco had made before zipping the jeans up, turning to glance over his shoulder at it.
Harrison steps back out a moment later with a shrug, walking back over to the couch. ]
It'll do.
[ Which is basically high praise coming from him. ]
Harrison nudges him once or twice more with his foot at Cisco's remarks. It's not a rough nudge — just enough to be annoying at best. ]
Not even Snow. This? [ At that, he gestures between the two of them idly. ] Is between us.
[ He snatches the pants as he stands, heading around a corner to change into them. Modesty at this point is down the drain with him, particularly after the one-two punch of Grodd and Spivot, though he'd never had much to begin with. It's more for Ramon's benefit than anything, and he rolls his eyes at that thought, tugging the pants on. Carefully, he feeds the tail (and it still makes him raise an eyebrow a day later, that damn tail) through the hole Cisco had made before zipping the jeans up, turning to glance over his shoulder at it.
Harrison steps back out a moment later with a shrug, walking back over to the couch. ]
It'll do.
[ Which is basically high praise coming from him. ]
yeah i've had it. it's not awful or anything but it's kinda slimy for my taste. at least it's not as gross as liver.
it is kind of a classic romantic thing, isn't it? cooking for my man 😉
it is kind of a classic romantic thing, isn't it? cooking for my man 😉
Slimy? Really? I thought it'd be kind of rubbery.
You don't like liver? I actually don't mind it. But I really do not like cooked onions, in big chunks? That is slimy.
I feel like I should be ashamed of how much I like the sound of that.
You don't like liver? I actually don't mind it. But I really do not like cooked onions, in big chunks? That is slimy.
I feel like I should be ashamed of how much I like the sound of that.
both? can something be both at the same time? idk maybe my palate is not sophisticated or whatever but i'm just not that into offal.
i don't think i've ever met an onion i didn't like. but i'll keep that in mind and cut up the onions extra small in the [DISH NAME REDACTED]
maybe i'll put on a cute apron and send you a selfie while i'm putting something in the oven. you know, just kind of lean in to the cheesiness.
i don't think i've ever met an onion i didn't like. but i'll keep that in mind and cut up the onions extra small in the [DISH NAME REDACTED]
maybe i'll put on a cute apron and send you a selfie while i'm putting something in the oven. you know, just kind of lean in to the cheesiness.
Yes, something absolutely can be both. Believe me. I've been going to dim sum for years and I've tried everything there. And it's not really about a sophisticated palate, it's just taste.
I love how they taste, but they feel gross.
Oh my god. I'd set it as my phone wallpaper. And you know, if you ever want a picture of me cooking for my man, you can snap away. ;)
I love how they taste, but they feel gross.
Oh my god. I'd set it as my phone wallpaper. And you know, if you ever want a picture of me cooking for my man, you can snap away. ;)
always ready with a diplomatic answer 😚
i feel like i'm learning this whole other side of you. there any other food aversions i should know about? wouldn't want to ruin your birthday.
well now i'm definitely doing it. and i'll remember that. 📸
i feel like i'm learning this whole other side of you. there any other food aversions i should know about? wouldn't want to ruin your birthday.
well now i'm definitely doing it. and i'll remember that. 📸
One of the best skills I've picked up through dealing with Joe and Iris all at once.
Oh. No, not really. I have an extremely mild citrus allergy but I eat it all the time anyway.
Alright. I'll make sure to look extra cute next time I bake you cupcakes.
Oh. No, not really. I have an extremely mild citrus allergy but I eat it all the time anyway.
Alright. I'll make sure to look extra cute next time I bake you cupcakes.
[ Cisco is finding it weirdly hard to argue with this relaxed, lethargic version of Harry. There's no fun in it when his reactions have become so muted. And, well. Cisco's not a snitch. There have been a couple exception, of course, but generally speaking, he is careful with other people's secrets. So he just heaves an exaggerated sigh, rolls his eyes and says: ]
Fiiiine.
[ While Harry is off changing he flips through the pictures he'd snapped of Harry while he was rolling around on the ground. He smiles at them as he deletes them, one by one. There's a temptation to keep them as potential blackmail fodder, but if Harry is embarrassed enough that he doesn't even want Caitlin to know, it's probably for the best. That little incident with Harry's inbox had taught Cisco to be even more wary that the contents of a device did not always stay private, despite best intentions.
When Harry comes back and utters his grudging praise, Cisco beams as if he'd said it was the best sewing job he'd ever seen, pulling that second pair of jeans into his lap so he can start work on it. He starts making the measurements again and asks Harry, offhand: ]
So would you say it's more like being drunk or being stoned?
[ He wants to know for science, obviously. ]
Fiiiine.
[ While Harry is off changing he flips through the pictures he'd snapped of Harry while he was rolling around on the ground. He smiles at them as he deletes them, one by one. There's a temptation to keep them as potential blackmail fodder, but if Harry is embarrassed enough that he doesn't even want Caitlin to know, it's probably for the best. That little incident with Harry's inbox had taught Cisco to be even more wary that the contents of a device did not always stay private, despite best intentions.
When Harry comes back and utters his grudging praise, Cisco beams as if he'd said it was the best sewing job he'd ever seen, pulling that second pair of jeans into his lap so he can start work on it. He starts making the measurements again and asks Harry, offhand: ]
So would you say it's more like being drunk or being stoned?
[ He wants to know for science, obviously. ]
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[ "Relaxed" is a good word for it. So much so that when Harrison makes his way back over to the couch, he flops down on it right next to Cisco. He was never one much for proper posture to begin with; while he'd sit up straight and take long, measured paces during work-related events, he was far more inclined to hunch over in his chairs when working and stretch himself out during breaks or otherwise. That seemed to only be amplified with his current state as he drapes one arm over the back of the couch, craning his neck to peer over at Cisco's work.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he finally felt more comfortable as his tail curls up alongside him. It's almost elegant with its fluff — or at least it would be if it weren't for, well, everything surrounding it. Harrison reaches over to swat it away, knowing full well that it's a futile motion at best since the appendage seems to have a mind of its own at times.
He glances back over at Cisco when he speaks, eyes narrowing slightly. Harrison knows him well enough by now to know when he's seriously asking something and when he's being himself. But there was no harm in it, so— ]
Stoned.
[ His response is nonchalant, said with a shrug. He merely raises an eyebrow before continuing. ]
Now, anyway.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he finally felt more comfortable as his tail curls up alongside him. It's almost elegant with its fluff — or at least it would be if it weren't for, well, everything surrounding it. Harrison reaches over to swat it away, knowing full well that it's a futile motion at best since the appendage seems to have a mind of its own at times.
He glances back over at Cisco when he speaks, eyes narrowing slightly. Harrison knows him well enough by now to know when he's seriously asking something and when he's being himself. But there was no harm in it, so— ]
Stoned.
[ His response is nonchalant, said with a shrug. He merely raises an eyebrow before continuing. ]
Now, anyway.
it's a great skill and i know bc i've never come CLOSE to having it. you wouldn't believe some of the faux pas. you wouldn't B E L I E V E.
that's badass.
i like how you say that as if you don't look totally cute literally all the time.
that's badass.
i like how you say that as if you don't look totally cute literally all the time.
Oh believe me, I know about faux pas. Mostly when I'm not thinking though, when I'm on the ball, I can be pretty good. You should tell me some stories though.
Badass? Really? I would say you have low standards if I didn't know better.
And I don't. You've seen me looking pretty awful.
Badass? Really? I would say you have low standards if I didn't know better.
And I don't. You've seen me looking pretty awful.
[ Cisco looks over, eyebrows raised, when Harry flops bonelessly onto the couch, much closer than he had expected. He knows that it is the influence of the catnip, but he cannot help being a touch relieved. Even if it took chemicals to make it happen, it's nice to see Harry unafraid of coming close to him. He picks up the scissors and starts making deft little cuts in the fabric, hands steady. Cisco pauses to watch Harry batting at his own tail, which is actually quite funny, and he almost makes a Dr. Strangelove joke, but it would probably be over even a sober Harry's head, so he lets it be. ]
What was it like before now?
[ He pins the fabric in place, turns to look at Harry. Initially, he is just checking to make sure that he is actually okay, but any worries he might have about Harry feeling sick or paranoid because of the catnip have vanished. He looks... happy, and Cisco reaches up and brushes his fingers against one of those intriguing cat ears, because he thinks Harry will let him get away with it, and he just can't resist. ]
What was it like before now?
[ He pins the fabric in place, turns to look at Harry. Initially, he is just checking to make sure that he is actually okay, but any worries he might have about Harry feeling sick or paranoid because of the catnip have vanished. He looks... happy, and Cisco reaches up and brushes his fingers against one of those intriguing cat ears, because he thinks Harry will let him get away with it, and he just can't resist. ]
Acid.
[ Another shrug. ]
Something like that, anyway.
[ When Cisco's fingers brush against his ears, he immediately leans in to the touch quietly. The ears are soft and the same color as his hair, blending in almost seamlessly. There's a pause, and then Harrison shifts so he's pretty much curled up at Cisco's side, tilting his head towards his fingers.
It's another long moment before he murmurs again. ]
I know what I'm doing.
[ He may still be influenced by the catnip, lowering his inhibitions enough for him to succumb to the cat-like urges he's had for over a day now. But even then, Harrison knows that he wouldn't be doing any of this if some part of him didn't want to. He could be in a corner, sulking and waiting for it to wear off, but he's not. The only other place he'd rather be right now is curled up next to Jesse, with one of the old books that she used to love. ]
[ Another shrug. ]
Something like that, anyway.
[ When Cisco's fingers brush against his ears, he immediately leans in to the touch quietly. The ears are soft and the same color as his hair, blending in almost seamlessly. There's a pause, and then Harrison shifts so he's pretty much curled up at Cisco's side, tilting his head towards his fingers.
It's another long moment before he murmurs again. ]
I know what I'm doing.
[ He may still be influenced by the catnip, lowering his inhibitions enough for him to succumb to the cat-like urges he's had for over a day now. But even then, Harrison knows that he wouldn't be doing any of this if some part of him didn't want to. He could be in a corner, sulking and waiting for it to wear off, but he's not. The only other place he'd rather be right now is curled up next to Jesse, with one of the old books that she used to love. ]
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way back in the early days we had our first non-barry non-psycho metahuman at star labs and she asked if anyone else had been changed and i said something like 'no one as hot as you' or something like that and caitlin immediately threatened to lobotomize me
also basically any time i have spoken to captain singh literally ever. it's like a gift. a horrible, embarrassing gift.
yeah but see what you don't get is you're one of those obnoxious people who looks gorgeous even when you're miserable.
also basically any time i have spoken to captain singh literally ever. it's like a gift. a horrible, embarrassing gift.
yeah but see what you don't get is you're one of those obnoxious people who looks gorgeous even when you're miserable.
Oh my god. I don't blame Caitlin.
You're cute enough to get away with it, though, honestly. I mean look at you.
Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen me after the gym before I shower???
You're cute enough to get away with it, though, honestly. I mean look at you.
Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen me after the gym before I shower???
wow so much for loyalty i see how it is.
(..........naw i don't blame you tbh it was supposed to come out funny & a bit flirty but it was just creepy and SUPER awkward.)
whether or not that's true, captain singh is 100% immune to cuteness.
yes, yes i have 😍
(..........naw i don't blame you tbh it was supposed to come out funny & a bit flirty but it was just creepy and SUPER awkward.)
whether or not that's true, captain singh is 100% immune to cuteness.
yes, yes i have 😍
Well, you can say that kind of thing to me any time and I'll just blush. How's that for loyalty?
You think?
Oh my god, I am not hot when I'm disgusting and sweaty from the gym.
You think?
Oh my god, I am not hot when I'm disgusting and sweaty from the gym.
point.
maybe with the exception of his husband.
you don't get to tell me what i find hot. maybe i like you a lil sweaty sometimes
maybe with the exception of his husband.
you don't get to tell me what i find hot. maybe i like you a lil sweaty sometimes
You've done acid?!
[ Cisco had expected a glare at best, or a couch pillow thrown at his head at worst. But Harry doesn't seem to mind Cisco touching the cat ears (which feel exactly like normal cat ears, if a touch bigger). Of course Cisco's first thought is that Harry's high and he should quit it, because his judgement is impaired. But then, as if anticipating that response, Harry reassures that he knows what he's doing. And that's enough permission for Cisco. It's...bizarre, sure, but this whole thing has been bizarre from the start. This place makes bizarre happen.
So Cisco scratches very lightly at Harry's scalp just behind the ears, in the place where most actual cats seem to enjoy being petted. ]
You do know I'm never gonna let you live this one down, right? Like, never
[ But he doesn't bother hiding that there's fondness in his voice even while he's teasing. ]
[ Cisco had expected a glare at best, or a couch pillow thrown at his head at worst. But Harry doesn't seem to mind Cisco touching the cat ears (which feel exactly like normal cat ears, if a touch bigger). Of course Cisco's first thought is that Harry's high and he should quit it, because his judgement is impaired. But then, as if anticipating that response, Harry reassures that he knows what he's doing. And that's enough permission for Cisco. It's...bizarre, sure, but this whole thing has been bizarre from the start. This place makes bizarre happen.
So Cisco scratches very lightly at Harry's scalp just behind the ears, in the place where most actual cats seem to enjoy being petted. ]
You do know I'm never gonna let you live this one down, right? Like, never
[ But he doesn't bother hiding that there's fondness in his voice even while he's teasing. ]
[ He lets out a soft huff in response to that outburst. ]
I was 20 once, Ramon.
[ And the 80s on his Earth were something, to say the least.
Cisco's teasing him, but he doesn't even care. Maybe that's the catnip talking, or maybe that's just how done he is with everything these days. They're safe from Zolomon, from Killer Frost and Reverb, and they're (mostly) together. Allen leaving wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but Harrison can only hope that he's going back to a better situation, one where he'll get his powers back and grow stronger. That's the hope, anyway.
He leans in to the touch, like an itch that he couldn't quite reach finally getting scratched. ]
Mm. Well. [ There's a pause as he considers that. If Cisco won't ever let him live it down, then— ] Keep an eye on your bed, then.
[ Because he's not beneath making a dry crack about dumping dead birds onto his bedsheets. Thankfully, that's not an urge he's had in the past 24 hours (for him or Snow or Jesse), but Ramon doesn't need to know that.
After a moment, he starts to murmur again. ]
You know. That's why this happened, I think. Partially. [ For real, he means. Harrison glances up at him before he continues. ] For a number of reasons. The clock isn't malicious for the most part. Though Reverb and Killer Frost put that theory to the test. [ There's a small eye roll at that. ] But. Think about it. I want a project. Snow, to some extent, wants a distraction after Zolomon and then Frost. Jesse needs a distraction. You . . .
[ At that, his voice trails off. What did Cisco want, besides a distraction like the rest of them? There's a long pause. ]
. . . need whatever. [ Eloquent. "Whatever" seemed to always sum up Cisco's interests. He could leave it there, he knows, but there's more to this theory and all of the information is pertinent, so. ] And— I need you. So. The clock takes all of that. Puts it together, comes up with a way to satisfy as many of those conditions as possible, to push people. [ A beat. ] I still blame your cat, for the record.
I was 20 once, Ramon.
[ And the 80s on his Earth were something, to say the least.
Cisco's teasing him, but he doesn't even care. Maybe that's the catnip talking, or maybe that's just how done he is with everything these days. They're safe from Zolomon, from Killer Frost and Reverb, and they're (mostly) together. Allen leaving wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but Harrison can only hope that he's going back to a better situation, one where he'll get his powers back and grow stronger. That's the hope, anyway.
He leans in to the touch, like an itch that he couldn't quite reach finally getting scratched. ]
Mm. Well. [ There's a pause as he considers that. If Cisco won't ever let him live it down, then— ] Keep an eye on your bed, then.
[ Because he's not beneath making a dry crack about dumping dead birds onto his bedsheets. Thankfully, that's not an urge he's had in the past 24 hours (for him or Snow or Jesse), but Ramon doesn't need to know that.
After a moment, he starts to murmur again. ]
You know. That's why this happened, I think. Partially. [ For real, he means. Harrison glances up at him before he continues. ] For a number of reasons. The clock isn't malicious for the most part. Though Reverb and Killer Frost put that theory to the test. [ There's a small eye roll at that. ] But. Think about it. I want a project. Snow, to some extent, wants a distraction after Zolomon and then Frost. Jesse needs a distraction. You . . .
[ At that, his voice trails off. What did Cisco want, besides a distraction like the rest of them? There's a long pause. ]
. . . need whatever. [ Eloquent. "Whatever" seemed to always sum up Cisco's interests. He could leave it there, he knows, but there's more to this theory and all of the information is pertinent, so. ] And— I need you. So. The clock takes all of that. Puts it together, comes up with a way to satisfy as many of those conditions as possible, to push people. [ A beat. ] I still blame your cat, for the record.
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