Cisco's glad Hartley's so understanding of his sort of sad, downward
spiral from the night before. He doesn't usually get that way, more
than happy to focus his life on his work and his friendships and not
be too worried about finding love. He's in his late twenties, sure,
but he's not in a rush to get married and settle down or anything,
especially not with as exciting as his life has become as part of Team
Flash. He thinks about it then, about going in to work on Monday and
telling Caitlin about his date with Hartley, and he imagines she'd be
nice about it (because she's nice about everything), but more
than a little perplexed. Though he has a feeling that would mostly be
to do with the fact that he hasn't told anyone he works with that he's
bisexual, and only a little because the date was with Hartley. If
anything she'd probably be more shocked that Hartley agreed to it,
considering his and Cisco's past.
He's also pleasantly surprised with how receptive Hartley is to his
query, not hesitating to come up with something he can share with
Cisco. And it's a good something too, the sort of thing that Cisco
loves, a super villain who commits to a theme. Hartley hadn't seemed
like the type to Cisco despite the hood (and the boots, which Cisco
still thinks about, time and again) he'd worn when he'd fought with
Barry. It makes Cisco wonder if Hartley's thought about taking Pied
Piper to the light side, playing a role as a superhero instead,
completely with secret identity. Cisco hasn't done it either (at least
out side of a support capacity), but it isn't because he hasn't
thought about it.
"I played piano when I was a kid," he finds himself saying, not sure
why he's telling Hartley this particular story. "My brother and I both
took lessons. Of course Dante ended up being the second coming of
Mozart and my feeble attempts were mostly just annoying, so I didn't
end up doing it for long." He sighs; apparently the memory still makes
him feel a little bitter, and this is a date with someone he really
likes, so he's not letting his crappy family ruin it for him.
"Have you thought about adapting your flute to work as a supersonic
device? Like your gauntlets?" he asks instead. "I mean, you probably
have thought of it, but have you done any prototyping?"
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Date: 2016-07-11 03:42 pm (UTC)Cisco's glad Hartley's so understanding of his sort of sad, downward spiral from the night before. He doesn't usually get that way, more than happy to focus his life on his work and his friendships and not be too worried about finding love. He's in his late twenties, sure, but he's not in a rush to get married and settle down or anything, especially not with as exciting as his life has become as part of Team Flash. He thinks about it then, about going in to work on Monday and telling Caitlin about his date with Hartley, and he imagines she'd be nice about it (because she's nice about everything), but more than a little perplexed. Though he has a feeling that would mostly be to do with the fact that he hasn't told anyone he works with that he's bisexual, and only a little because the date was with Hartley. If anything she'd probably be more shocked that Hartley agreed to it, considering his and Cisco's past.
He's also pleasantly surprised with how receptive Hartley is to his query, not hesitating to come up with something he can share with Cisco. And it's a good something too, the sort of thing that Cisco loves, a super villain who commits to a theme. Hartley hadn't seemed like the type to Cisco despite the hood (and the boots, which Cisco still thinks about, time and again) he'd worn when he'd fought with Barry. It makes Cisco wonder if Hartley's thought about taking Pied Piper to the light side, playing a role as a superhero instead, completely with secret identity. Cisco hasn't done it either (at least out side of a support capacity), but it isn't because he hasn't thought about it.
"I played piano when I was a kid," he finds himself saying, not sure why he's telling Hartley this particular story. "My brother and I both took lessons. Of course Dante ended up being the second coming of Mozart and my feeble attempts were mostly just annoying, so I didn't end up doing it for long." He sighs; apparently the memory still makes him feel a little bitter, and this is a date with someone he really likes, so he's not letting his crappy family ruin it for him.
"Have you thought about adapting your flute to work as a supersonic device? Like your gauntlets?" he asks instead. "I mean, you probably have thought of it, but have you done any prototyping?"