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[open] don't know where i am, don't know where i've been

who: cisco + anyone!
what: catch-all; tdm prompts
when: the rest of june
where: anywhere; if you want a separate starter, please hit me up!
warnings: will add as necessary

i. monster plants

Cisco isn't a member of the Perimeter Guard for a reason. He's just not a front-lines kind of guy. He'd get in the way, put himself and the people around him in unnecessary danger. But when Killer Vines From Hell™ start coming over the wall and mayhem breaks out, he has to help somehow. Back home he'd do that from the safety of S.T.A.R. Labs, over the coms, with Barry facing down the real danger. Here, he has to improvise.

He gets close enough to the fighting to pull aside one of the Guard members who is resting and to ask what weapons have been working. And when one of the answers he's given is fire, Cisco knows what he has to do. He rushes back to his workshop, and to a few stores, comes running back as close as he dares to the fighting, and starts to whip up as many fast-and-dirty flamethrowers as he possibly can. The more he can make, the more he can give to people to help defend themselves and defend the Quarantine.

ii. attraction

After the whole Little Shop of Horrors mess at the wall, Cisco heads home for a very needed shower. He doesn't know, yet, that some of those very same experimental chemicals that had brought the plants over the wall had seeped into the ground, into the water supply.

And because he is such a naturally friendly, extroverted person, Cisco doesn't realize that anything is off for quite some time. All he knows, after he gets dressed and heads out for a celebratory meal, is that he's feeling acutely lonely, that he just needs to see a familiar face, or strike up a conversation with a stranger if he has to. He sends out over-affectionate texts of appreciation and jokes and fondness to his friends, but that isn't nearly enough.

iii. repellant

They do their best to clean up the area of the spill as quickly as possible, and Cisco does his bit. But a few days after the worst of it, as he's walking past, he can still smell it lingering in the air. And this time, unlike when it had gotten into his system via the water, it has quite the opposite effect. Without quite realizing it, the stuff puts Cisco on edge.

How could they have been so careless with such a dangerous project? Did they not realize what would happen? What if those plants had killed people? There are children living here, and civilians, and people who never hurt anyone in their lives. Was it criminal negligence, or did the scientists involved just not care about collateral damage? (The way Dr. Wells had not cared, when he set off the particle accelerator explosion, just to further his own ends).

The idiocy and injustice of it keep churning away in Cisco's mind, putting him in an uncharacteristically foul mood. Better not bump into him, while he's like this, or you're likely to get a piece of his mind.

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Now, Chandra can't build things. Just lacks the patience, skill, or overall artistry her parents had. But she can tell when someone's building a torch. It isn't using aether, whatever the fuel is it smells awful. But she does remember what she did when she first discovered her pyromancy.

"Hey Cisco," she calls, to her they met when she was like this, the whole conversation about her powers the same. Just... at a different angle. "Can I have one of those tank thingies? The fuel stuff." Chandra isn't a perimeter guard, but she's still been surveying since her little mishap. More importantly, she was a walking firebomb of red mana so really who would tell the little girl not to help set plant monsters on fire.

"Oh! And a screwdriver."

[ As soon as Cisco sees Chandra, he grins from ear to ear. Not just because it's nice to see her (though it is), but because if there's anywhere that her particular skills will be useful, this is it. He is a little surprised when she comes over to him - she doesn't need a flamethrower, after all, but when she asks for fuel, he nods, says: ]

Just gimme one minute to finish taping this puppy together before it all falls apart and I'll get you some propane, stat.

[ He has a half-finished contraption with cans of bug spray, a lighter, and a long piece of string that can be tugged on to detonate it from a distance. Cisco is securing the whole thing with duct tape, and as he's working he keeps talking to Chandra.]

Boy am I glad you're here. It's a disaster over there, did you see?

[ The sounds of the mayhem are loud, even though Cisco is standing far enough away that he won't get caught up in it. ]

[poe noticed cisco helping with the monster plants by giving out flamethrowers (or maybe he received one? sure why not), and when he sees him just walking along on the street he decides to show his appreciation by thanking him. because he's also a super friendly dude.]

Hey, you helped with the plants earlier, right? Even though you're not on the Perimeter Guard. That was great! I just wanted to thank you.

[ It is almost suspicious, how nicely that works out: Cisco was just thinking as he walked along, how badly he missed his friends back home, his social circle. There are people here he's close to, but they're either busy or more introverted than himself and he ends up with way too much alone time. It's just not healthy...

And then, the moment he thinks that, a man he's never spoken to before comes up and starts thanking him for helping with the plants, and Cisco can feel his cheeks going a bit warm with happiness. If there's anything he's a sucker for, it's gratitude and validation. He shakes his head a little, tucking his hair back and saying: ]

Yeah, yeah that was me with the improvised flamethrowers. You're in the Guard? I wasn't really paying attention who I was handing those things to, I was just trying to crank 'em out as quick as I could. I was just going for a celebratory... yay we didn't all get eaten by plant monsters drink, you wanna join me?

[ Friendly as he is, Cisco would usually wait more than about 20 seconds after meeting a guy, whose name he doesn't even know yet, before inviting him to go drinking. But not today. ]

*Chandra can vaguely see what he's made, at least she's guessing it explodes. She likes things better when they explode. Fireworks, new forms of airship, bombs. That's what she's hoping to do here too or at least leat her fire spread in a more interesting way.*

It's so cool, I've never seen plants so vicious before! Even in the hinterlands of Kaladesh they're fairly... boring. Fun to climb, but they don't do much.

And of course I'm here, they pulled me off surveying to help with their gardening. I really wish I had a volcano right now...

*Volcanos fix so many problems!*

I don't know, maybe if it was one or two killer plants I'd call it 'cool'. Once you hit four dozen then it's just a nightmare.

[ Don't get him wrong, Cisco really does love all the crazy dangerous exciting stuff that comes from living here. He just likes it better when the really vicious monsters stay on the other side of that wall, thanks very much. But maybe that's just a matter of perspective.

He finishes taping the cans together and starts looking through his rather messily-assembled supplies for a tank of propane. He hands one over, and then starts looking for a screwdriver, which proves much more elusive, even though he knows there's probably two in the pile SOMEWHERE. ]

Are you... used to having a volcano handy?

Yeah, I am. Drinks would be great, I'm in. [it's been a long day of fighting plant monsters, ok. he'd like to chill and have a drink. if someone is inviting him to one, all the better. he doesn't even think there's anything to forward about it because he would most likely act this forward on a regular basis. it's fine.]

Oh! I'm Poe Dameron. It's good to meet you.

[ It's not entirely unprecedented, for Eddie to stop by Cisco's workshop and say hello. But in the past, any time he'd done so, he had texted first to warn Cisco he was coming. And in the past, up until the last three days, Cisco had had no problem with unannounced visits from anyone at all.

But when Eddie turns up at the door to his workshop, there's a definite reluctance about the way that Cisco lets him inside. ]

Eddie! Hey, what're you doing here? [ It's mostly friendly small talk, but with the tiniest hint of coolness, too. The reason for that is fairly obvious; Cisco never has been the best at hiding anything, when confronted. And it's all too clear from the way he's trying to draw attention away from the broken-down couch in the corner, with a few blankets and pillows on it that make it clear that someone has been sleeping there, and recently.

If he'd known Eddie were coming he could have hidden the evidence, kept up appearances. Now, he doesn't really have that option. ]

[Ever since Cisco had taken the time out to hang out with him at the hospital after their excursion outside the walls, Eddie's been checking in on him a little more often. In Eddie's mind, at least, it's gone from a casual acquaintanceship where they hang out because they came from the same place to something else, budded into a real, new friendship, and then jumped a few levels to a much closer one. After all, Eddie can only be so distant with someone who saved his life, confessed a deep secret to him, and then stayed with him holding his hand in the hospital.

Or at least, he'd thought they'd skipped a few levels until Cisco opens the door, sees him, and absolutely radiates uncertainty, complete reluctance to let him inside. Biting his lip, Eddie lifts his hand, in which he's holding a bag from his favourite restaurant here (some kind of alien food that's remarkably similar to a more varied dim sum) and lifts his brows.]

Uh, sorry if I was interrupting anything, I just thought maybe you could use something to eat. I haven't heard from you in a few days, you know, so I thought you might be holed up here focusing too much on work.

[Licking his lips, he glances around Cisco's workspace, and his eyes land on the couch, with the blankets and pillows on it. For a moment, Eddie is incredibly torn - Cisco's being different, distant and reluctant to see him, and part of him is a little worried he's seriously overestimated how close they've gotten; on the other hand, there's a chance that Cisco's being different because something is bothering him, and that couch done up in the corner is piquing something in the back of Eddie's mind.

Squaring his shoulders, he makes the decision. Even if he sticks his foot in it and makes himself look like an idiot by assuming too much of their friendship, it's worth it, if it really is something bothering Cisco.]

You okay? You seem a little distracted...

[ Cisco sees Eddie's eyes go to that couch, the way they narrow ever so slightly, observing and assessing. Really, why had he decided to befriend a detective, anyway? It's just inconvenient.

But Eddie doesn't come right out and ask it - whether that's some kind of interrogation habit or he's genuinely trying to be delicate, Cisco doesn't know. He huffs a quick, slightly nervous laugh, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in an unconscious gesture of unease. ]

I guess it's been a while since I texted, huh? I got pretty caught up in stuff...

[ And he trails off. There are two options, here. He could lie, and infodump at Eddie about some of the projects he's been working on, and try to pass off the last few days as some kind of distracted genius flight of fancy. Or... well. If he wanted, he could tell the truth. If there's anyone in this entire place Cisco could tell the truth to, it would be this man. Who showed up to his door with food (that smells amazing - Cisco had forgotten to eat since the night before) and friendly concern.

Cisco casts a glance at the couch, and the looks up at Eddie. From a little closer up, there are faint circles showing under his eyes. Reluctantly, he begins: ]

Been... kind of a weird few days.

[ But he can't just go from zero to this story; Cisco pulls out the two rolling chairs, gestures to Eddie to sit in one as he starts to clear a space for the food. As he's stacking papers, hands busy but with an excuse not to look at Eddie, Cisco manages to get out: ]

I've been wrapped up in looking for somewhere new to live. The communal housing thing really isn't doing it for me anymore.

[ Which would be a perfectly understandable and even uneventful stance to have, but it's pretty clear there's something more going on. Why else would Cisco say something so banal in such a decidedly shifty manner - and why would there be signs he's already left his old room even before finding an alternative that's not a beat-up old couch in the corner of this big, cold workshop? ]

Cisco Ramon, totally likewise.

[ Just like that, instant friendship! Cisco doesn't quite throw an arm around the guy, but he's not feeling far off from it. Together, the two of them head in the direction Cisco had been walking, towards the local bar he likes the best in this place. Usually, it's pretty quiet, but apparently there are some other folks who were feeling like being out and about and having a good time. In fact, maybe a slightly suspicious amount of people, and maybe a little bit more PDA than is statistically average. But Cisco doesn't worry about it - everybody must just be riding that post-adrenaline high.

He manages to spot a few guys leaving a tiny booth and swoop in to get a seat before anyone else does; once they're settled he asks the question that's become usual for him in this place, when meeting someone new: ]

So what planet are you from?

[ Gotta really start with the basics in the Quarantine. ]

[poe isn't even under chemical influence (is he??? or maybe he is ... ); he's just totally cool with everything. cisco is just A REALLY FRIENDLY DUDE and he's in the market for new friends pretty much 24/7 so THIS IS GREAT AND AWESOME.

he slides into the booth and gets comfortable before replying:]

I'm from a small moon named Yavin 4. What about you?

Being assigned to Search and Rescue or not, Garrus isn't going to sit idly by while there is something going down. As soon as word comes in that there are plants attacking people, Garrus has his gun in hand and immediately heads out to where he can be useful. It's simple really, if he can help he will and that's all that there is to it. If the Turian would have been told earlier that there'd be monstrous plants to tackle, he might have laughed it off. At first.

Right now? Looking through his scope and seeing that bullets aren't doing much good? Garrus really thinks that some days it would have been better to have Incinerate. He's already out of proximity mines and concussive rounds don't seem to be keeping the hungry greens down for overly long. There's a swear on his tongue just as someone insist on thrusting this weapon at him.

"What the..."

At first glance, Garrus has no idea what he's looking at. While he really does favor his rile, there's nothing to lose by trying this weapon out. All he has to do is point and aim.

[The fact is, it's neither interrogation or delicacy - mostly it's just a desire to leave himself open for whatever Cisco wants to tell him without pushing hard enough to upset the younger man. As much as Eddie is starting to be worried because of Cisco's body language and the way he's avoiding eye contact, the way he scrubs his hand against the back of his neck, he doesn't want to push or pry. It's hard, sometimes, for Eddie to trust his judgement of how close he is to other people, of how close they feel to him.

The last thing he wants is to force anything on Cisco, to make him feel like he's expecting something he's not entitled to.

But then Cisco trails off and looks at him for a moment, dark eyes flicking from his face to the food and then back again. Eddie looks back at him, searching his face, picking out the dark smudges under his eyes, the way his eyes aren't entirely clear. And then, after a long, pregnant pause, Cisco finally speaks, his voice a little hesitant, admits that it's been a weird few days while he starts moving papers. Eddie understands it's sometimes easier to admit this kind of thing when there's a distraction.]

Yeah?

[It's gently prompting, Eddie's voice conveys interest without being pushy, and that is an interrogation technique, gentle as it is. It's subconscious, the way he goes into that mode when trying to carefully draw information out of someone who's hesitant or afraid. When Cisco continues, Eddie nods, eyes on him, licking his lower lip thoughtfully.]

I get that. I mean, when I moved, I brought my roommate with me, but at least we have our own rooms. The lack of privacy getting to you?

Kind of.

[ Even though Eddie is his closest friend by far in this place, it's still a challenge to make himself open up, especially about something as embarrassing as this. It goes against everything about the person that Cisco wants to be. If he could only will himself to be different than he is...

But that's a foolish wish, and he knows it. And Eddie is watching him with that patient, open face of his. Cisco glances at him and away again. He half-turns his back and sighs heavily. ]

A couple of nights ago I had one of those dreams I get, y'know? About, um. Dr. Wells killing me. And I woke everybody up screaming my head off. I mean, from the way they were all looking at me I probably woke the whole damn building up. [ Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but even so. ] Only they couldn't get me to snap out of it and stop crying, since it wasn't really a nightmare, it was a vision, and when I get those nothing's gonna snap me out.

[ Cisco takes the bag of food from Eddie without making eye contact, and starts to pull out the various little dishes, setting them up on the space he'd cleared on the desk. ]

I don't want anyone finding out I have powers, you know? But that's gonna be real hard if anything like that ever happens again. And besides... they all look at me different, now, so I just. Can't really bring myself to go back there.

A moon, huh?

[ Seems like it's a good thing he'd started from there; not only is that not Earth, but it's not a moon he's even heard of, in his own universe (though, to his amusement, it sounds similar to a name he knows from a popular sci-fi movie franchise). ]

It anything like this place? I'm from a planet called Earth, which is definitely not. I mean, some things are the same, like we've got forests, and cities, and- and beer. [ He says that as a group of people walk by all holding pints. ] But it's a pre-first-contact type neighborhood, y'know? So all this is a bit...

[ And he puts his hands to his temples and mimes an explosion, complete with sound effect, to indicate just how much living in the quarantine has been blowing his mind. ]

[ In the initial rush, Cisco had just been doing his best to crank out as many small fire-making devices as he could. He'd been using everything: bug spray, lighters, whatever. And that had helped to buffet back the first waves of the plants. But when he saw that this wasn't a fight that was going to be won in half an hour, he'd taken the time to run full-tilt to his workshop and get the parts he'd need for something a bit more substantial.

Once he'd managed to construct a flamethrower with some serious firepower, however, he found that there was no one conveniently nearby to take it from him. Hesitantly, he came a bit closer to the sounds of fighting. He could try to wield it himself, but he'd probably just end up setting his own ass on fire, and that wouldn't help anyone. Especially not him.

So when he spots Garrus, trying to fire a rifle at the plants, it's an easy choice to make. He looks like he knows what he's doing, it's just that the weapon he has is ill-suited to the task at hand. So, with a nervous glance at just how nearby those vines are, Cisco runs over to him, hefting up the huge flamethrower and shouting: ]

Here, take it!

[ Cisco has just a moment of two of triumph when the alien guy takes the flamethrower, before one of those plants completely ruins, the moment by lashing out a vine that wraps around Cisco's ankle, pulling him off balance and trying to drag him back towards the mass of hostile flora. ]

[It's easy to see how difficult this is for Cisco - he can see how he struggles with it, how he holds himself a little stiff, his shoulders tense and slightly hunched, the muscles in his arms and down his back tight. Everything about his posture suggests he's trying not to give in to the flight part of fight or flight.

But Cisco sighs and then he starts talking, a little hesitant. He avoids eye contact, but he speaks, he explains what it is that has him looking so tired and sleeping on a busted couch in his lab. The more he talks, the more Eddie feels sick for him, at the thought of going through that. The idea of Cisco falling into one of those dreams, screaming and crying in his sleep, with no one able to wake him up, makes him feel a little desolate inside.

So he stays still, his hand going slack after Cisco pulls the food from his hand and starts setting it up. His brows furrow as Cisco explains that he doesn't want anyone to know he ha powers, and that he's been sleeping here so no one sees if he has those nightmares. To avoid being looked at differently. But it's the way Cisco says he can't bring himself to go back there that really cinches it.]

I have a room in the attic of the apartment I'm renting, if you want to stay there.

[He blurts it out, his eyes a little wide, and then he steps forward, looking intently at Cisco's face.]

I mean, you'd have to deal with living with Yuri, who's kind of an obnoxious teenager, but he has a cat that's a great cuddler and it would be quiet and private, and if you chipped in for rent and stuff, I'd totally be wiling to make extra food for you too...

[ Cisco stops fussing with the food and just looks at Eddie for a moment, disbelieving. There's no mistaking that first response: the naked confusion at being made such an offer. After a few moments he recovers his composure and pulls on a little smile that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes. ]

For real? You sure about that? Did you miss the bit about the really, really loud screaming in the middle of the night?

[ But Eddie doesn't stop him and say 'just kidding', and the way he'd listed the drawbacks to living with him sounded like he really wanted Cisco to consider it as a possibility. He lets himself think about it. The truth is, even if the communal housing is a no-go, Cisco's not been looking forward to living alone. And Eddie already knows about his powers. If it ever came down to it, Eddie could cover for him with Yuri. ]

I... do you really mean it?

[ Cisco meets Eddie's eyes again, expression quiet and unsure. He doesn't think that Eddie would tease him about something like this, but he also thinks that maybe Eddie spoke in haste. Maybe it was a moment of pity, and after two days he would regret it and start to resent Cisco and his presence.

He looks sidelong at the couch, thinks about the trouble he's had finding a place that he liked for just one. And he swallows, hands fidgeting together nervously even while the rest of him is still. ]

I've got more money than I know what to do with here so rent wouldn't be a problem. I love cats, and Yuri's okay. He seems like he'll be a good guy when he ages out of his whole edgy phase. I could... if it has a door, I could put up soundproofing in the attic and that way you won't have to worry.

[ Maybe that's not the greatest sign, that Cisco seems so certain soundproofing would be needed. ]

Are you sure?

[For a moment, Eddie's completely caught off guard by Cisco's response, the way he goes still and stares at him, eyes wide and dark, and then he smiles in a fake sort of way. A few scrambled, pannicked moments pass while Eddie kicks himself repeatedly for probably screwing up and blurting out stupid things he shouldn't have said at all, tries to figure out how to backpedal from overstepping whatever boundary he'd crossed without hurting the friendship.

And then Cisco is verifying, his voice quiet and a little hesitant, his eyes meeting Eddie's, and the vulnerable uncertainty makes Eddie's throat choke up a little bit with empathy.]

Of course I mean it. It's not like anyone else in the apartment is totally together. I have nightmares. Yuri barely sleeps at night sometimes, because he's going through an existential crisis - please don't tell him I said that, by the way, because he doesn't want to admit it. But I find him on the couch in the morning all the time with a cold cup of chamomile tea in his hand and the cat on his chest and...

[Eddie shakes his head, swallows hard.]

Look. No one's okay all the time. We're all lonely and struggling, and yeah, the room has a door and if you want to soundproof, you can. Just...don't worry about not being okay. It's okay to not be okay.

[ Maybe it's a touch hypocritical, or at least foolish, but Cisco is shocked by the offhand, casual way Eddie says I have nightmares. He tosses it off like it's nothing, but at the same time it's obvious he doesn't just mean the amount of nightmares that the average person would have. He means that he has them habitually, and bad enough to mention, but that it's just the way things are. And while Cisco can accept his own sleep disturbances as a necessary inconvenience, hearing that Eddie has nightmares makes his chest feel tight with worry.

And even Yuri, too - Cisco's not friends with him, or anything, but he is just a kid. What must he be, sixteen? Fifteen? Cisco remembers how hard that age was.

The tactic that Eddie chose is certainly effective; it's reassuring, knowing that if he accepts he won't be moving into an apartment with two people who have their shit together completely. But Cisco is so unaccustomed to having someone stop and actually offer him help - concrete help, with no strings attached - that he isn't sure how to respond at first. ]

I.... I mean, do you think Yuri'll be okay with it?

[ He doesn't know what it is that makes him hesitant like this. It's a better offer than he ever would have expected. What is it in him that compels him to look for the downside when it seems like there isn't one? ]

Maybe we could try just for a week. Like, um, a beta test. A week to see if it works or not, and at the end if you change your mind, no problem.

[he laughs.] I think I know what you mean. I hadn't heard of Earth before until I came here, but space travel was nothing out of the ordinary where I'm from. There wasn't much on my home planet besides my family's ranch and lots of jungle terrain, but I've been to huge city planets. I've seen planets like this before. Not just like this, but ... close enough that the differences can be a little jarring, do you know what I mean?

[It's impossible to miss the response to his comment, the way Cisco's eyes widen a little, the way he stares for just a few seconds. Shifting a little anxiously on his feet, Eddie tries to understand why he suddenly feels so awkward about it - he'd never really minded sharing that kind of thing before, hadn't minded until Cisco was suddenly looking at him that way, and now he wants to change the subject, because he feels conspicuous, vulnerable.

Licking his lips nervously, he glances downward, and when Cisco asks if Yuri will be okay with it, he exhales sharply and looks back up.]

I think so.

[Another exhale, while he tries to work out what it is that's making him feel weird about that moment of shock on Cisco's face when he'd admitted he has nightmares. It takes him a few moments to realize that it's because he's mentioned nightmares before, to other people, and no one ever looked at him like that. Like it was a serious problem, something worth being shocked over, and not just a passing comment, barely even interesting.

For some reason, that leaves his throat feeling tight, his and he glances up again when Cisco says he could try it for a week.]

If you want to give it a test-run for Yuri's sake, that's fine. But honestly, I don't think it's going to be a problem. And you know, it would probably be good for us to live with someone from home. You and me. You know?

[He licks his lips again, swallowing hard.]

Just give it a try?

[ Cisco hesitates for just a second or two more, but then he nods. Then all at once he swoops in and hugs Eddie, brief but tight. Eddie can say all he wants about how it'll be mutually beneficial, but Cisco knows that he's the one who is getting the best deal. He was the one who needed help, and Eddie was the one who offered it. ]

Don't let the workshop fool you, okay, I can be totally neat if I need to be.

[ And Cisco drops into his chair, his hesitation and uncertainty receding to the background, and underneath there is elation and gratitude. He opens up the last of the food containers, picks himself up a fork, and dives in. He hasn't been eating very well for the last few days, either, and all of a sudden he's noticing how hungry he is. ]

I never saw your place back in Central City, where did you live anyway?

[ As they eat, the two of them chat pleasantly about where their apartments had been (and they were actually surprisingly close), the various nightmare studios they had seen while they were hunting for a place to live, the worst neighbors they'd had, etcetera. Eddie was right - even when there are people here who get his pop culture references, it's really not the same as talking to someone from home. Someone who knows the particular irritations and quirks of Central City, without Cisco needing to explain at all.

After they're done eating, and Cisco's cleared away the dishes, a little of that earlier uncertainty and awkwardness creeps back into him. He glances at the backpack full of clothes he's been living out of, where it's sitting near the couch, and he asks: ]

So, um. So... you think we could go over and I could drop off some of my stuff?

[Considering how Cisco had been reacting before this, the hug is a little surprising, but definitely not unwelcome. Eddie squeezes him back, quick and fierce, and then he's smiling a bit at Cisco, eyes warm, while settling in to eat.]

Haha, it's fine. I end up cleaning all the time anyway. I'm a tidier, what can I say?

[It's nice, falling into a comfortable pattern of talking about Central City - where they'd lived, where the best coffee shops were besides Jitters, where the best restaurants and holes in the wall are. Chatting about where they'd lived, getting a feeling for how well they'd live together, while Cisco eats heartily and Eddie picks because the food is good but was mostly for Cisco.

By the time things are done and cleared and they've chatted, Eddie feels a lot more relaxed, comfortable, pretty confident that he and Cisco and Yuri will be a pretty decent set of roommates, no one stepping on each others' toes too much. That they're compatible. It's still worth giving it a test run, but Eddie feels pretty comfortable. And that's nice. Really nice.]

Yeah, no problem. Yuri's out, either with Otabek or Michael or someone else, so it can give us some time to get your stuff in. I'll text him and let him know you're staying over for a bit and will move in if it works out. It might help him a bit, you know, having more people around, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

[Standing up, Eddie glances around.]

So. What are we taking?

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