[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-03 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Partners.

[ He says it so calmly, so naturally, like it's not a big deal or a struggle for him to find a label for it. But it encompasses so much in his mind that it's hardly a box to place them in at all. They're partners in the lab, complementing one another with ease to great results. Partners in their Team Flash roles, working together to help Allen apprehend whatever metahuman has been giving them problems that particular week. And then, partners in other aspects of their life. It's simple but fitting. Harrison gives him a shrug. ]

We have other projects, you know. [ It's a pointed remark, and he raises an eyebrow at that. ] Unless you have another word for all those movies you keep throwing at me.

[ He slows his pedaling to match Cisco's as he continues, taking on a more caustic tone again. ]

Your apartment needed rearranging.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-06 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison glances over in the direction that Cisco points in, frowning. Swans tended not to approach people for the most part, right? Unless they had food of some sort, which they didn't. Or unless they were aggressive. He squints, tilting his head to one side. ]

Swans.

[ Plural. The swan's friends seem to have caught wind of another presence on the pond and swim along behind it in formation. ]

Ramon. When's the nesting period on this Earth for avian species?

[ Because if Harrison had to hazard a guess, it would be right about now. The swans start honking and hissing at them as they approach, beating their wings. He turns back towards Cisco, pointing towards the pedals furiously as he speaks in a hurried manner. ]

Start pedaling, Ramon. Now.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-09 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Then do it, Ramon!

[ It's an urgent hiss, though it lacks any of the anger that usually accompanies that sort of tone. Harrison's too concerned with getting away from the swans right now to be angry. His eyes shift back and forth between their legs and their trajectory as he matches Cisco's pace all while the honking grows louder and louder behind them.

Through grit teeth, he mutters:
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Paddle boats.

[ Of all things, why did it have to be paddle boats?

As they approach the shore, the swans seem to slow their pursuit, fanning out instead and continuing to honk and hiss in their direction. Harrison leans forward once it seems like they're safe enough close to the shore, panting heavily.
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[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-18 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison rolls his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh at that. ]

They're used to him. That's it.

[ Sure, they adjusted — to one particular person. Anyone else who dares tread into their territory though? Fair game, apparently. No wonder business was slow even on a clear day like today. He shakes his head, steering them towards the paddle boat dock. ]

You should get your money back.

[ If it were him, ten shades of hell would have been raised with the man in question by now. But this was Ramon's hare-brained idea, funded by him entirely, and Harrison wasn't really feeling punchy at the moment — at least, not towards some guy who practically camped out near the pond. He had better people to argue with. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-21 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He should know better about the pond. At least warn people first.

[ Harrison turns his head to follow Cisco's gaze, past the swans and towards the pier. That was a problem, wasn't it? They wouldn't be able to work up enough speed to break right through the swans, particularly when they're still all worked up like that. He takes that into consideration for a moment before he speaks again. ]

Got anything left in the basket?

[ Anything — chips, bread crusts, something he could lob a distance away to distract the birds long enough for them to make it back to the pier.

Harrison won't comment on the disaster portion because, well, he'd been saying that since the moment they set foot in the boat.
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[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ Harrison eyes the leftovers before setting the slice of watermelon to the side. He pedals just a bit, turning their boat so it's facing the pier — as well as the swans. With a grimace, he tests the weight of the crackers in his hand, then throws them swiftly, sending them flying off to the side of the swans, opposite the pier. The sound of food plunking into the water catches their attention, and they immediately swarm over in that direction. ]

Now.

[ He starts to pedal furiously, keeping in time with Cisco's pace so they're not just going in circles. As they get closer to the mob of birds, he takes the crusts and tosses them further out in an attempt to draw them away and keep them occupied for just a little bit longer there. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-08-25 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison can't get out of the paddle boat quickly enough when they get to the pier. He shoots a withering look in the direction of the guy in charge of the boats before storming off the pier and onto dry, solid land.

Forget going back to the lab. At this point, all he wants to do is go back to the apartment (to go back home, he reminds himself) and kick his feet up and— actually, that was a good idea. He crosses his arms and waits for Cisco to approach him, giving him a stern look.
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Keys.

[ To the van. No explanation given because no explanation needed. Besides, after the swan incident, Cisco had lost all rights to ask for explanations — at least for today, anyway. ]