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Cisco Ramon ([personal profile] franciscoramon) wrote2016-01-04 12:44 pm

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[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-09 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It's clogged. ... probably.

[ Harrison gestures towards it uselessly. If he were anywhere else, he'd pick up the phone and call someone to fix it or tell one of his assistants to make the call. If push came to shove, he'd try looking around online for a potential solution. But right now, none of those were options, and Harrison would never hear the end of it from Jesse if she saw the state of the kitchen. ]

— I managed to shut the water off, at least. It's been overflowing all morning.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-10 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks cagey for half a second before heaving a sigh. There was no real point in lying when Cisco had hit the nail on the head. Harrison shifts about uncomfortably for a moment. ]

— no. No, I don't. I haven't— it's been years, Ramon, and it's—

[ At that, he futilely waves a wrench about. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't blame it on the differences between the Earths. ]

Are you going to help me or not?

[ There's no heat in any that; if anything, it's more defeated than anything else. From the state of the kitchen, it's clear that Harrison wrestled with it all stubbornly for at least a good long while before he gave in and messaged Cisco. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-12 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing.

[ An exasperated statement accompanied by an exasperated sigh. Harrison only softens slightly when he sees Cisco tying his hair back, ready to dive in, and takes a step back himself. ]

Things are— it's different on my Earth, okay? And it's been years since— you just call a damn plumber when this happens, you don't dive in head first.

[ Excuses, excuses, and lame ones at that, he knows. Harrison shakes his head, crossing his arms tightly. ]

I didn't do anything to it. It was like that this morning, after breakfast. And then it got worse. I shut off the water there— [ At that, he uncrosses his arms long enough to gesture at a valve. ] — which, I should add, is not where that valve should be, thank you.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-13 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With a grunt, Harrison practically tosses the wrench over in Cisco's direction. "Practically" because he isn't a complete animal, but he still can't seem to resist giving things a light heave-ho. ]

It's on a different side, Ramon, where I'm from.

[ He lets out a small huff but takes another step back to give Cisco some space, frowning. He lets the silence settle for a moment or two before adding in a murmured, grudging: ]

. . . it's not so simple.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-15 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison lets out a muted huff but steps back over, stooping down. He snatches up the flashlight that had been sitting on the counter nearby and shines it in, aiming up so it isn't going right at Cisco's eyes. ]

So I don't have to call you, huh.

[ It's a soft murmur. They've gone back and forth over a number of projects, teaching each other small things here and there. Harrison would be lying if he said he'd never picked up anything from watching Cisco at work. But this is different.

He used to know how to get by and cobble something together out of nothing, before everything changed.
]

Watch your head.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-17 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's something almost muted about his responses as Cisco works, from the curt nods to the soft hums, all telltale signs that he's listening and learning. He pulls back when he moves to get up, holding out a hand to help him up and then glances over at the running tap. ]

. . . huh.

[ Part of him wants to go on about how it's different on Earth-2 and— maybe it is. Maybe the rotation of his Earth is slightly different, enough to throw their plumbing onto an entirely different track.

And then, part of him just wants to let Cisco have this one. In the end, that's the part he listens to.
]

Not bad. [ That and a small nod are the only indications of praise that he's willing to give. Harrison pulls out a few towels from a nearby cabinet and starts mopping up the water on the floor, letting them soak it up. ] . . . When did you learn that?

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-18 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That earns a rare smile from Harrison — small, soft, and reserved. Of course Ramon would have started off young, tinkering with anything he could get his hands on. Harrison was the same in some respects, though he'd never admit it.

So instead, he gives a nod over to the sink instead as he reaches for another towel.
]

And then you knew how to do that.

[ Unsaid is how impressive it is. How a kid not even ten years old could do something that a man nearly fifty years old couldn't. Harrison doesn't need to say it, never does; it comes implied in small, tiny gestures instead, like how he reaches over to pat his shoulder lightly but warmly, with only the slightest bit of stiffness in his fingers. He pulls his hand back and straightens up, grabbing a bucket for them to wring out the wet towels. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-09-19 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Strange, how he'd forgotten about it until Cisco held the watch out in front of him. He'd written it off as destroyed months ago, after Reverb had crushed it back in the workshop. His wrist had felt strange without it, but he hadn't exactly missed it, either. Harrison reaches over to take it back, slipping it back on with ease, not even bothering to check if it actually still works or not. If Cisco said he was going to fix it, then he would have fixed it. If not, well. He can always give him hell for that later.

More importantly, it felt right, having it on his wrist again.
]

Thanks.

[ It's a soft, murmured bit of gratitude as he wrings out the last of the towels into the bucket. He straightens up, dusting himself off, then washes his hands before he starts to pull out a few things — a few pots, a box of noodles, some vegetables, and a small container of meat. ]

You sticking around for dinner? Jesse should be back in an hour or so.