How am I supposed to know? I mean, what do I look like, some kinda psychic who can see the future?
[ He says it with a straight face, which he manages to hold for a couple seconds, before cracking up. Cisco shakes his head from side to side in a way that makes a few more wisps of his hair fall from the messy bun. When Eddie teases him for his bad joke, Cisco merely grins, entirely unrepentant. ]
Yeah, sure. We're gonna turn your room into a kinda workshop slash office, right? So I can move, like, all the sketches and stuff. Probably a good idea not to have 'em in the room I sleep in, anyway. Keep me from accidentally staying up til 4 AM 'cause I've thought of one more thing I wanna tweak.
[ Cisco makes his way down the stairs happily, scoops up a huge armful of Eddie's clothes from his room, and hauls them up the stairs. He can't see the drawer Eddie's talking about, but he thinks he knows the one. As he's carefully laying Eddie's stuff on the bed he answers: ]
Sure, babe. We can keep all of mine in there, too.
[ Another joke, because Cisco owns one (1) tie and no more. The two of them settle into a rhythm, then: Eddie cleaning out spaces for himself, while Cisco brings up armful after armful of Eddie's possessions, stacking them all neatly and carefully onto the bed. ]
I'm totally gonna have noodle arms tomorrow.
[ He declares it as he hauls up the last of Eddie's detective novels, but he's grinning. He pauses a moment to catch his breath, hands on his hips, and asks: ]
Hey you haven't got anything stashed away you don't want me to see, right? Like... is there anything you wanna bring up, yourself?
[ It's worth asking! Cisco doesn't think it would be anything dire or incriminating, but before he starts poking around under the bed and into the various corners, he figures he should ask. ]
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[ He says it with a straight face, which he manages to hold for a couple seconds, before cracking up. Cisco shakes his head from side to side in a way that makes a few more wisps of his hair fall from the messy bun. When Eddie teases him for his bad joke, Cisco merely grins, entirely unrepentant. ]
Yeah, sure. We're gonna turn your room into a kinda workshop slash office, right? So I can move, like, all the sketches and stuff. Probably a good idea not to have 'em in the room I sleep in, anyway. Keep me from accidentally staying up til 4 AM 'cause I've thought of one more thing I wanna tweak.
[ Cisco makes his way down the stairs happily, scoops up a huge armful of Eddie's clothes from his room, and hauls them up the stairs. He can't see the drawer Eddie's talking about, but he thinks he knows the one. As he's carefully laying Eddie's stuff on the bed he answers: ]
Sure, babe. We can keep all of mine in there, too.
[ Another joke, because Cisco owns one (1) tie and no more. The two of them settle into a rhythm, then: Eddie cleaning out spaces for himself, while Cisco brings up armful after armful of Eddie's possessions, stacking them all neatly and carefully onto the bed. ]
I'm totally gonna have noodle arms tomorrow.
[ He declares it as he hauls up the last of Eddie's detective novels, but he's grinning. He pauses a moment to catch his breath, hands on his hips, and asks: ]
Hey you haven't got anything stashed away you don't want me to see, right? Like... is there anything you wanna bring up, yourself?
[ It's worth asking! Cisco doesn't think it would be anything dire or incriminating, but before he starts poking around under the bed and into the various corners, he figures he should ask. ]