Cisco nods, and he doesn't miss the way Hartley's eyes light up, like
learning that Cisco can sing is the best new thing he's discovered so
far. Karaoke is something that Cisco is always trying to get
Team flash to do, but they almost never get the time to do it, and
Barry, for some reason, doesn't like doing it (despite having an
amazing voice of his own). Of course he didn't know Hartley could sing
either, and it sounds like he might be down for a karaoke
night or two, and Cisco is already starting to get an idea of what
their second date might be like. Assuming this one continues to go
well, of course, but Cisco isn't honestly even pretending he's not
already thinking ahead to what's next, to their second date and their
third one, to what their first kiss will be like, the kisses after
that, what might come after kisses.
The waitress, unfortunately, comes back before they can make any
actual plans, but they've got the rest of the night to do that, and
Cisco can't deny he's extremely interested in discussing Hartley's
flute and what it can do. Hartley is Cisco's go-to for anything sonic,
and Hartley's proved to be invaluable where that sort of thing is
concerned. Cisco's good with electricity, and he has some idea about
how to manipulate the human brain with electrical impulses (after all
he frequently uses low level electromagnetic pulses to manipulate his
own brain in order to more reliably control his powers).
"Is it sort of a sonic wavelength trigger mechanism?" Cisco wonders,
because he doesn't have the biology background to fill in the gaps.
"Does it induce a trance-like state? Like, sleepwalking?" Cisco's mind
is moving from idea to idea, comparing what he knows to work, what he
experiences himself, like a wakeful, lucid dream, able to achieve
stage-four sleep while remaining simultaneously completely conscious.
"Have you tested it on anyone?" he asks then, lowering his voice
further. He doesn't want to know because he thinks Hartley's doing
something he shouldn't, something nefarious. It's that he's intensely
curious about how it works, what Hartley thinks he could use something
like that for, and, if Hartley hasn't tried it, Cisco's very
tempted to offer to be Hartley's guinea pig. Maybe that's stupid or
shortsighted, but he trusts Hartley, and he has some experience in
this arena, is a scientist himself, isn't afraid of what it might be
like to be controlled that way.
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Date: 2016-07-12 08:53 pm (UTC)Cisco nods, and he doesn't miss the way Hartley's eyes light up, like learning that Cisco can sing is the best new thing he's discovered so far. Karaoke is something that Cisco is always trying to get Team flash to do, but they almost never get the time to do it, and Barry, for some reason, doesn't like doing it (despite having an amazing voice of his own). Of course he didn't know Hartley could sing either, and it sounds like he might be down for a karaoke night or two, and Cisco is already starting to get an idea of what their second date might be like. Assuming this one continues to go well, of course, but Cisco isn't honestly even pretending he's not already thinking ahead to what's next, to their second date and their third one, to what their first kiss will be like, the kisses after that, what might come after kisses.
The waitress, unfortunately, comes back before they can make any actual plans, but they've got the rest of the night to do that, and Cisco can't deny he's extremely interested in discussing Hartley's flute and what it can do. Hartley is Cisco's go-to for anything sonic, and Hartley's proved to be invaluable where that sort of thing is concerned. Cisco's good with electricity, and he has some idea about how to manipulate the human brain with electrical impulses (after all he frequently uses low level electromagnetic pulses to manipulate his own brain in order to more reliably control his powers).
"Is it sort of a sonic wavelength trigger mechanism?" Cisco wonders, because he doesn't have the biology background to fill in the gaps. "Does it induce a trance-like state? Like, sleepwalking?" Cisco's mind is moving from idea to idea, comparing what he knows to work, what he experiences himself, like a wakeful, lucid dream, able to achieve stage-four sleep while remaining simultaneously completely conscious. "Have you tested it on anyone?" he asks then, lowering his voice further. He doesn't want to know because he thinks Hartley's doing something he shouldn't, something nefarious. It's that he's intensely curious about how it works, what Hartley thinks he could use something like that for, and, if Hartley hasn't tried it, Cisco's very tempted to offer to be Hartley's guinea pig. Maybe that's stupid or shortsighted, but he trusts Hartley, and he has some experience in this arena, is a scientist himself, isn't afraid of what it might be like to be controlled that way.