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@h.wells

[breacher]

Ramon

Can you guess what I found?

[franciscoramon]

is it a cardigan

[ Is that sass? That's probably sass. ]

[breacher]

No

[ well now I'm not going to tell you!!

maybe.

probably.

not really but still. ]

[franciscoramon]

then i have no idea

what did you find?

[ don't be like that baby it was just a joke ]

[breacher]

I'll get Allen instead.

[franciscoramon]

aw come on man don't leave me hanging

[breacher]

I don't know, it could be a cardigan shop, Ramon.

[franciscoramon]

🙄 sorry didn't know it was a touchy subject. i officially take it back alright?

seriously you're killing me here, what did you find

[breacher]

No you don't

Just a Big Belly Burger.

[franciscoramon]

wait, for real? HERE?

[breacher]

No, I just felt like messaging you about it for the hell of it

[franciscoramon]

[ Sigh. ]

are you there right now? i can come meet you i haven't had b³ in ages.

[breacher]

Sure. If you think you can get here on your own.

[franciscoramon]

[ Wow, rude. ]

i can find it.

[ He doesn't want to admit he was wrong. So it's 20 minutes before Cisco is hungry and frustrated enough to text: ]

i can't find it.

[breacher]

Shocking

[franciscoramon]

this place lives to spite me

[ Sure, blame it on the Clock, Cisco. ]

[breacher]

Yeah, I'm sure that's it.

[franciscoramon]

so are you gonna help me find it or are you still pissy about the cardigan thing

-> action

[breacher]

[ From somewhere behind him in whatever room he's in: ]

I'll let it go this time.

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco jumps, wheels around to see Harry standing there behind him like a complete creeper. He clutches at his chest and says (okay, yells) ]

What the HELL, Harry?!

[ That is so not okay. ]

[breacher]

[ So the compass does work. Good to know. He's already slipped it into his pocket, crossing his arms and giving him a bit of an actual smile, pleased that he managed to find him as quickly as he did. ]

Hi, Cisco.

[franciscoramon]

[ Perhaps the right question for Cisco to ask would be How did you find me so fast?. But it doesn't even occur to him to wonder. Instead, he berates: ]

Are you trying to give me a heart attack, man? 'Cause you're on the right track.

[ Cisco heaves a long, exasperated sigh, dropping his hand from his chest and rolling his eyes. ]

[breacher]

[ Harrison shrugs his shoulders, giving him a brief pat on the back before nodding towards the door. ]

You're fine. It's not far, come on.

[ Which at the very least is more than he would have said a few months ago. At least. He walks back over to the door, pushing it open and holding it for him, gesturing. ]

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco follows after him, heading through the door and thinking that is griping is done - for now, anyway. If Harry happens to get lightly pranked sometime in the near future, though, he'll really only have himself to blame. ]

I still think this place likes you better than me.

[ He hadn't been the one to find a Big Belly Burger, after all. Then again, maybe Harry just wanted one a lot more than he did. He has always been strangely devoted to the place.]

[breacher]

Think that all you want. It still makes me scavenge for supplies for the workshop.

[ Though it was kind enough to provide a bed for Jesse in the loft — just one that he had to assemble. Still, something was better than nothing.

He approaches a frosted glass door with the Big Belly Burger logo on it and pushes it open, revealing a familiar layout. Even in an interdimensional nexus, the fast food joint remained exactly the same. ]

Well?