[ 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. ]
[ If there had been a period in Cisco's life where he worried about coming across as immature, it has long since passed. The fact is that he's been through enough, in the last few years, to recognize the importance of humor and seizing every last opportunity for joy that presents itself. So he rolls his eyes playfully at how Harry scoffs and scowls and goes over to stand near the play area as if he's so mad about the whole thing. But Cisco's seen him mad - actually mad - and this ain't that.
He shoves the last few fries in his mouth, puts away his device and quickly deals with the trash from their meal. And maybe it is silly, that he passes right by Harry, kicks off his shoes, and climbs right into the ball pit. Which is surprisingly deep, actually. Cisco sticks to the edge, clinging to the mesh walls as he picks his way noisily deeper and says: ]
[ Harrison follows suit shortly, kneeling down to pull his shoes off before stepping over and sliding in. He raises an eyebrow over at Cisco, staying close to the edges as well. ]
Satisfied?
[ If the balls were softer, he'd toss one over in his direction. Contrary to popular belief, he never actually wanted the things he threw at people to hit them — save that one time with Allen, but, well. It was an eraser. He was a metahuman. It was fine. And though the balls are a thin, hollow plastic, he's not confident that they wouldn't actually hurt, the way he was with an eraser. So instead, Harrison sweeps a hand out, sending a few flying in the opposite direction, some skipping across the pit. ]
[ Cisco grins as Harry climbs gingerly into the ball pit. He looks profoundly out of place, though a little less so after he starts sending balls flying through the air. See, Cisco had been right to coax him in here. It's like a natural habitat for him. ]
Not usually, no.
[ Cisco has a crazy thought and suddenly starts to ask very quickly: ]
You don't think this place would like, put a quicksand trap underneath the balls or anything, right? I mean it's got a sick sense of humor but it's usually not anything dangerous so it's probably fine...
[ He keeps his fingers hooked into the mesh even as he feels around for the bottom of the pit, moving his feet nearer to the center. It's deep, alright, but he doesn't feel himself sinking or anything like that, so he tentatively lets go. And then, less tentatively, with a laugh, lets himself fall backwards into the pit. ]
[ He mostly says it to get the rise out of Cisco as he lets go of the mesh, which he follows up with a raised eyebrow. Of course he'd dive right in to the pit. There were times when Harrison forgot Cisco was in his 20s — mostly, in times when he felt deeply protective of him and times like these. ]
[ Cisco sees that look, that raised eyebrow, but he can tell that Harry is amused all the same. So he just heaves a happy sigh and tucks his hands behind his head, relaxing as well as he can against the shifting surface of the plastic balls. ]
You should tryyy ittt.
[ He draws out the words, coaxing and amused. Cisco even picks up one of the balls and lobs it softly at Harry's leg. It bounces off, just above his knee, and Cisco picks up another, clearly aiming to do the same thing over again, and perhaps again and again until he annoys Harry into doing more than just standing there. ]
You're not doing it right if you just stand there, dude!
[ But Cisco isn't going to waste his time cajoling too much. He tosses another couple of the balls before rolling his eyes and getting back to his feet, only to take another dive into the pit, this one considerably less graceful than the last. He ends up nearly running into Harry's legs and laughing his head off. ]
Oops.
[ And then the temptation is just too much. It's not like Cisco knocks Harry over, exactly. Nothing as violent as that. He just... intentionally destabilizes the area around Harry's feet, very abruptly, in an attempt to make him fall. Like any good friend would. ]
[ He should have been expecting it and yet, he wasn't. Harrison slips further into the pit with an undignified cry. ]
Ramon—!
[ There's irritation and then there's genuine anger. This, fortunately, is the former and not the latter, which is extremely evident by the annoyed look on Harrison's face when he surfaces, glaring daggers over in Cisco's direction.
[ The 'oops' is singularly unconvincing; it's obvious Cisco meant to make him fall and doesn't regret it. His only regret is that he couldn't do it AND snap a picture at the same time. But he gets a feeling that sending Caitlin and Barry and Jesse an action shot of Harry toppling into a ball-pit might be the straw the breaks the camel's back. He doesn't want Harry actually mad at him. So he'll just have to preserve this moment in his memory, instead. ]
These things happen.
[ Cisco sits up, grinning from ear to ear. He at least has the courtesy to wait until Harry's got his arms free before he is dragging his own arm across the surface of the balls, sending a shower of them flying in Harry's direction. The whole point is that he should be able to retaliate, too. ]
[ Harrison pulls his arm up to block most of the balls sent flying his way, shooting a dirty look in Cisco's direction. But there's no heat there, nothing that would indicate that he's genuinely angry. Because he's not, despite what he may say or do. He can tell by now when Cisco's trying to help in his own way; this is one of those times.
So instead, he lets out a huff and swipes a few back at him — nothing too abrupt that he wouldn't be able to block. Maybe he was behaving like he was fifty-two going on five, but that seemed to be the point and that was okay. It was . . . nice, in a way, to let go and cut loose with a friend. ]
Yeah. I bet.
[ And maybe he'd be able to dunk him under a sea of balls if he was lucky, who knows. ]
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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. ]
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He shoves the last few fries in his mouth, puts away his device and quickly deals with the trash from their meal. And maybe it is silly, that he passes right by Harry, kicks off his shoes, and climbs right into the ball pit. Which is surprisingly deep, actually. Cisco sticks to the edge, clinging to the mesh walls as he picks his way noisily deeper and says: ]
Come on in, the water's fine.
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Satisfied?
[ If the balls were softer, he'd toss one over in his direction. Contrary to popular belief, he never actually wanted the things he threw at people to hit them — save that one time with Allen, but, well. It was an eraser. He was a metahuman. It was fine. And though the balls are a thin, hollow plastic, he's not confident that they wouldn't actually hurt, the way he was with an eraser. So instead, Harrison sweeps a hand out, sending a few flying in the opposite direction, some skipping across the pit. ]
Something tells me they're not usually this deep.
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Not usually, no.
[ Cisco has a crazy thought and suddenly starts to ask very quickly: ]
You don't think this place would like, put a quicksand trap underneath the balls or anything, right? I mean it's got a sick sense of humor but it's usually not anything dangerous so it's probably fine...
[ He keeps his fingers hooked into the mesh even as he feels around for the bottom of the pit, moving his feet nearer to the center. It's deep, alright, but he doesn't feel himself sinking or anything like that, so he tentatively lets go. And then, less tentatively, with a laugh, lets himself fall backwards into the pit. ]
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[ He mostly says it to get the rise out of Cisco as he lets go of the mesh, which he follows up with a raised eyebrow. Of course he'd dive right in to the pit. There were times when Harrison forgot Cisco was in his 20s — mostly, in times when he felt deeply protective of him and times like these. ]
Really, Ramon?
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You should tryyy ittt.
[ He draws out the words, coaxing and amused. Cisco even picks up one of the balls and lobs it softly at Harry's leg. It bounces off, just above his knee, and Cisco picks up another, clearly aiming to do the same thing over again, and perhaps again and again until he annoys Harry into doing more than just standing there. ]
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Don't push your luck.
[ He'd come into the pit. They didn't have to go crazy or anything. ]
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[ But Cisco isn't going to waste his time cajoling too much. He tosses another couple of the balls before rolling his eyes and getting back to his feet, only to take another dive into the pit, this one considerably less graceful than the last. He ends up nearly running into Harry's legs and laughing his head off. ]
Oops.
[ And then the temptation is just too much. It's not like Cisco knocks Harry over, exactly. Nothing as violent as that. He just... intentionally destabilizes the area around Harry's feet, very abruptly, in an attempt to make him fall. Like any good friend would. ]
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Ramon—!
[ There's irritation and then there's genuine anger. This, fortunately, is the former and not the latter, which is extremely evident by the annoyed look on Harrison's face when he surfaces, glaring daggers over in Cisco's direction.
God help them if they ever get him near a pool. ]
Do you have something against warning people?
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[ The 'oops' is singularly unconvincing; it's obvious Cisco meant to make him fall and doesn't regret it. His only regret is that he couldn't do it AND snap a picture at the same time. But he gets a feeling that sending Caitlin and Barry and Jesse an action shot of Harry toppling into a ball-pit might be the straw the breaks the camel's back. He doesn't want Harry actually mad at him. So he'll just have to preserve this moment in his memory, instead. ]
These things happen.
[ Cisco sits up, grinning from ear to ear. He at least has the courtesy to wait until Harry's got his arms free before he is dragging his own arm across the surface of the balls, sending a shower of them flying in Harry's direction. The whole point is that he should be able to retaliate, too. ]
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So instead, he lets out a huff and swipes a few back at him — nothing too abrupt that he wouldn't be able to block. Maybe he was behaving like he was fifty-two going on five, but that seemed to be the point and that was okay. It was . . . nice, in a way, to let go and cut loose with a friend. ]
Yeah. I bet.
[ And maybe he'd be able to dunk him under a sea of balls if he was lucky, who knows. ]