[ Harrison rolls his eyes at that, starting to scrub at the plates in the sink and then putting them away in the dishwasher. And isn't that a novel thing, he considers idly as he does so. Even when they'd moved in to their own place, he and Jesse hadn't really had time to buy any of the essentials, so they mostly lived off of paper plates and disposable utensils. He'd grumbled earlier while digging through Cisco's cabinets as he wondered what he did or didn't own but really, he was in no place to judge when most of what he'd had on this Earth should have been tossed out five uses ago.
(That, and Cisco was fairly well prepared when it came to pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils, but details.)
The corners of his mouth twitch a bit, despite his best efforts to suppress a smile. ]
Yeah? I'll believe it when I see it.
[ Once he's finished loading most of the dishes in, he dries his hands off, eyes straying towards his bags, which are still sitting in the hallway. The dufflebag . . . he still doesn't have the willpower to deal with that tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either. Harrison wouldn't be too surprised if a week passed and it was still exactly the way it had been when it was shoved into his arms. His backpack was much less of a surprise at least, even with the gifts Cisco had planted in there.
Which reminds him. ]
You got a laptop around here somewhere?
[ It's Cisco, so it goes without saying, but he's too tired to go digging around the apartment for a computer when he can have Cisco point him in the right direction. ]
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(That, and Cisco was fairly well prepared when it came to pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils, but details.)
The corners of his mouth twitch a bit, despite his best efforts to suppress a smile. ]
Yeah? I'll believe it when I see it.
[ Once he's finished loading most of the dishes in, he dries his hands off, eyes straying towards his bags, which are still sitting in the hallway. The dufflebag . . . he still doesn't have the willpower to deal with that tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either. Harrison wouldn't be too surprised if a week passed and it was still exactly the way it had been when it was shoved into his arms. His backpack was much less of a surprise at least, even with the gifts Cisco had planted in there.
Which reminds him. ]
You got a laptop around here somewhere?
[ It's Cisco, so it goes without saying, but he's too tired to go digging around the apartment for a computer when he can have Cisco point him in the right direction. ]