[ The wait, while Eddie is upstairs, is agonizing. Cisco listens hard, whole body tense and shaking, ready to run in a moment. Not to run outside, though. But to run up, to help, to keep his boyfriend safe. He ought to have gone with him to start with, except that he knows he'll only be in the way, that it's a tight space and Eddie would be hampered by his presence...
But there's no crashes or shouts, and after a few heart-pounding moments, Eddie comes back downstairs to tell him there was nothing there. ]
But... [ Cisco's voice cracks, exhaustion and confusion and terror making him hoarse and a little teary. ] There were footprints. Mud. On the floor by the closet.
[ How could Eddie have missed them? It's not like him. He's a detective, after all, and has an annoying ability to pick up on any number of details that Cisco himself misses. And surely, he would have checked the closet before coming down so sure there was no one.
Cisco comes out from behind the counter, wanting to go back upstairs to check for himself. Except that he doesn't make it there. He gets as far as the bottom of the stairs, reaches out to set his hand on the banister, only to reel back with a shout of fear. He staggers away, arm tucked close to his chest as he stares at the unassuming bit of wood. Of course, to Cisco, it looks as if there is a long, deep brown snake coiled around the wood, its tongue flicking out to scent the air. ]
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But there's no crashes or shouts, and after a few heart-pounding moments, Eddie comes back downstairs to tell him there was nothing there. ]
But... [ Cisco's voice cracks, exhaustion and confusion and terror making him hoarse and a little teary. ] There were footprints. Mud. On the floor by the closet.
[ How could Eddie have missed them? It's not like him. He's a detective, after all, and has an annoying ability to pick up on any number of details that Cisco himself misses. And surely, he would have checked the closet before coming down so sure there was no one.
Cisco comes out from behind the counter, wanting to go back upstairs to check for himself. Except that he doesn't make it there. He gets as far as the bottom of the stairs, reaches out to set his hand on the banister, only to reel back with a shout of fear. He staggers away, arm tucked close to his chest as he stares at the unassuming bit of wood. Of course, to Cisco, it looks as if there is a long, deep brown snake coiled around the wood, its tongue flicking out to scent the air. ]