[ Honestly, how dare Eddie smile like that, with his face a bit pink from the embarrassment they're both feeling, and talk about how he doesn't know whether or not he likes a bit of pain play. Why's he gotta put that into Cisco's brain, wondering whether he would like it at all, if he might test that out sometime later. It's cruel. It's entirely involuntary, of course, but that somehow makes it even crueler. ]

Well, um. I mean, I will say this... some stuff, you never know 'til you try it.

[ Cisco sees that Eddie is looking at the pants, obviously. How could he miss that. But he assumes that Eddie is assessing him, in a purely objective, at most friendly way. Being reassuring about them looking good on Cisco because he is a nice and supportive guy who says nice and supportive things to everybody. The thought that Eddie might be appreciating, on any level, doesn't enter into Cisco's head ]

I'm sure any passing foot fetishists appreciate the flip-flops anyway.

[ Why.... did he open his mouth? Why does he keep saying things? It's just a recipe for regret. Now Eddie's going to think he's got a weird thing for feet and everything is horrible. Cisco's face feels like it's actually radiating heat, and he stammers a little as he moves past that: ]

I- It's up to you. The, um, prices actually aren't that bad but there's plenty of people in normal bro clothes, so it's not like you have to, but if you wanted to I bet you could find some stuff that would look.... good. [ Yep, he just called Eddie's clothes bro clothes. And at the end there he had lost steam, trailing off into mumbling. Why oh why can he not just communicate like a normal human being right now. ]