[ Cisco's laugh has a small trace of bitterness in it. ]
No, of course not. We've gotta get the freak-out flower. Figures.
[ He gets the door open, lets Lucretia go in and then gives one last look all around before closing it behind him and, after a moment's hesitation, doing up all the locks. There are four. It just... makes him feel better, having them latched. And now is certainly not the time for anybody to drop in looking for tech help. ]
'Cause you just know some of those flowers were cotton candy flowers and giggle flowers and I bet if I text around everybody's having a grand old time, but not us, because our luck sucks.
[ Finally, Cisco drops Lucretia's hand, relieved to be in his workshop. He presses his back up against a wall, sighing with relief. It is, however, short-lived. After a moment, that gnawing uncertainty is back in his gut. Things look... wrong. Like they've been moved. As if someone were in here when he was away.
So Cisco looks at Lucretia, sets a finger against his lips to indicate she should be silent, and he starts looking for bugs. A part of his mind knows, of course, that he's being ridiculous. That it is the flower's influence, making him paranoid. But he keeps on looking, skin crawling with dread. He isn't going to get fooled by this again... ]
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No, of course not. We've gotta get the freak-out flower. Figures.
[ He gets the door open, lets Lucretia go in and then gives one last look all around before closing it behind him and, after a moment's hesitation, doing up all the locks. There are four. It just... makes him feel better, having them latched. And now is certainly not the time for anybody to drop in looking for tech help. ]
'Cause you just know some of those flowers were cotton candy flowers and giggle flowers and I bet if I text around everybody's having a grand old time, but not us, because our luck sucks.
[ Finally, Cisco drops Lucretia's hand, relieved to be in his workshop. He presses his back up against a wall, sighing with relief. It is, however, short-lived. After a moment, that gnawing uncertainty is back in his gut. Things look... wrong. Like they've been moved. As if someone were in here when he was away.
So Cisco looks at Lucretia, sets a finger against his lips to indicate she should be silent, and he starts looking for bugs. A part of his mind knows, of course, that he's being ridiculous. That it is the flower's influence, making him paranoid. But he keeps on looking, skin crawling with dread. He isn't going to get fooled by this again... ]