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cisco_ramon) wrote2016-05-04 10:22 pm
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 He can't get his hands on anything much more powerful than a regular (out of date) laptop, but he's making do.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.
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 He can't get his hands on anything much more powerful than a regular (out of date) laptop, but he's making do.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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"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?"
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"I guess it would have to be bent, wouldn't it?" Cisco replies with a soft grin, and though he'd had certain thoughts and feelings regarding his not-quite-straightness for a while, he'd never talked to anyone about it before this. Sirius didn't know that, of course, and the last thing Cisco wanted was to make this conversation (one he was enjoying a lot) weird.
"I mean, assuming I'm interpreting my options correctly," he adds, chewing on his lower lip. The thing is, Cisco really likes the way Sirius is looking at him, and he hopes his fumbling isn't going ruin whatever might happen next, hasn't ruined it already.