[ Five days have passed since Cisco lost his sense of taste, and it's starting to wear on him. It isn't that the actual sensation of eating entirely tasteless food bothers him (though it isn't great), but rather, the knowledge that something has been taken from him, just like that. It makes him feel helpless, in a way that makes his skin crawl. He hadn't been able to bring himself to force down anything all morning, and it's left him feeling weak, shaky, and emotionally raw.
When he hears someone approaching, he looks over, recognizes Shigeru and smiles in greeting. It's a rather dim smile, but it's the best he can manage. He waits for Shigeru to pull out his phone, type something out, the way he always does... but he doesn't. Instead, he speaks and Cisco spends several moments just blinking at him, disbelieving. ]
Wait, you...?
[ He just blinks, flabbergasted. What should he even say? He's never heard Shigeru speak before, and the surprise of it wipes away all other thoughts. ]
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When he hears someone approaching, he looks over, recognizes Shigeru and smiles in greeting. It's a rather dim smile, but it's the best he can manage. He waits for Shigeru to pull out his phone, type something out, the way he always does... but he doesn't. Instead, he speaks and Cisco spends several moments just blinking at him, disbelieving. ]
Wait, you...?
[ He just blinks, flabbergasted. What should he even say? He's never heard Shigeru speak before, and the surprise of it wipes away all other thoughts. ]