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Cisco Ramon ([personal profile] cisco_ramon) wrote2016-05-04 10:22 pm
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It probably doesn't hurt that Cisco's been to another dimension before this, though the last time he'd crossed into the mirror universe intentionally, and he'd known how to get back home. So far this place is nothing like Earth 2; he hasn't found anyone's doppelgangers, and though there are several people here with varying powers, the only metahuman he's met is Barry Allen. It's the real Barry from his Earth, Cisco's best friend, the same Barry he left behind when he came here, though from what Cisco considers their past.

Neither of them know how to get home, which is actually fairly unsettling considering they're both smart guys with experience in this sort of thing. He can't really believe it when he first considers it, but Cisco actually wishes Dr. Wells was here, or Harry, more accurately. As much knowledge as Cisco and Barry have, the real genius behind all of it has always been Wells.

Still, Cisco isn't the the type to give up easily. He can't get his hands on anything much more powerful than a regular (out of date) laptop, but he's making do. The calculations take longer and he has to do a lot of work by hand, but at least working makes him feel like he's doing something. Sitting at a cafe with his computer, pen and paper, and a fresh cup of coffee he can almost pretend he's at Jitters, that Iris or Caitlin will sit down across from him, that he'll get a text from Barry or a call from Joe. Drowning out everything with his headphones, Cisco lets himself get caught up in the dream, oblivious to everything around him, focused entirely on the screen in front of him and the music in his ears.
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[personal profile] thebloodtraitor 2016-06-11 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It's evident to Sirius that this isn't the sort of conversation Cisco is accustomed to. In truth, it's not one he's allowed himself to indulge in much recently either. A war doesn't quite lend itself to flirtatious conversations with people he's only just met. If anything, he's learned to barely speak of anything at all, invitations given and accepted only with significant looks and barely discernible nods toward darkened corners and back alleys.

To say Sirius's skills are a bit rusty in this department is an understatement.

"Perhaps invitation is a better word," he says, still smiling as he sets his tea on the table and leans forward. "To be accepted or rejected by the person paying for the drink."
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[personal profile] thebloodtraitor 2016-06-17 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Cisco reacts adorably, still gaping for a second before Sirius actually sees him swallow and lick his lips. Sirius tracks the momement, his grin widening before he lets out a quiet, endeared laugh.

"Well, I suppose any number of things. A party or concert, maybe. A night out on the town. Or a date, perhaps. One of those frightly American things like bowling or knocking a ball around a tine obstacle course. Or," he adds, his smile widening as he lets his gaze drop down the length of Cisco's torso and back up again, "something a bit more athletic."
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[personal profile] thebloodtraitor 2016-06-28 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
In truth, Sirius doesn't particularly care what the activity is called, but he does file it away all the same, just in case it might be useful in the future. He's never participated in such a thing before, but he thinks he can see the appeal. At least for awhile; it does seem as though it'd be terribly boring after too long.

His grin widens however as Cisco continues, one eyebrow arching briefly as he glances downward. The tabletop obscures any view he might have of Cisco's lap, but the implication is likely obvious enough. "Yes, figuratively speaking," he says. "Not literally in any way?"
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[personal profile] thebloodtraitor 2016-06-30 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Dark as Cisco's skin is, Sirius can't tell if his cheeks are reddening in any way, but he's clearly flustered, stumbling over his words in a way Sirius can only describe as adorable. It's a boost to the ego as well and he sits a little more comfortably, taking another sip of his tea as he keeps his eyes on Cisco, admiring the white of his smile and thick hair. Sirius can't help but wonder what it might feel like to run his fingers through that hair.

"Yes, you said," he replies at Cisco's admission, lips twitching into a brighter smile as he licks the tea from his bottom lip. "Straight, on the rocks, or a little bent?"