[ Harrison raises his eyebrows, giving Cisco a look over his glasses at that. It's funny, but he can distinctly recall Thawne doing something similar a few months ago — pulling out his device, moving to send a message to someone else in order to get him to do something — but at the same time, it's so radically different. With Thawne, it was vicious, an almost unthinkable threat. This in comparison is . . . well. He can't help but let out a snort at the thought.
He'd made the right choice months ago when he'd rejected Thawne's offer of assistance.
He stands abruptly, gesturing to the tray sharply. ]
Take care of the trash, Ramon.
[ Though he sounds gruff, none of it seems that serious. At least, anyone who knows him well enough would be able to tell almost immediately that Harrison wasn't angry, that it was mostly for show — for himself and everyone else. He makes his way over to the play area and crosses his arms, waiting impatiently for Cisco to finish tossing out their garbage so he can make his way over. ]
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He'd made the right choice months ago when he'd rejected Thawne's offer of assistance.
He stands abruptly, gesturing to the tray sharply. ]
Take care of the trash, Ramon.
[ Though he sounds gruff, none of it seems that serious. At least, anyone who knows him well enough would be able to tell almost immediately that Harrison wasn't angry, that it was mostly for show — for himself and everyone else. He makes his way over to the play area and crosses his arms, waiting impatiently for Cisco to finish tossing out their garbage so he can make his way over. ]