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riverviewlogs2017-07-05 03:37 pm
franciscoramon) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-05 03:37 pm
[open] it's time to tip it off
who: cisco + anyone!
what: catch-all
when: july
where: anywhere; if you want a starter, please hit me up!
warnings: discussion of sex & drinking
i. tech testing
[ Most of Cisco's work is done within the privacy of his workshop, but there comes a time when he has to leave and find a nice quiet place to actually test some of the tech that he's made. The one time he'd done so outside the wall, things had gone very very badly. So he makes a compromise, finds an alleyway that is within the city but deserted. Sure, he might blow up a dumpster or two and make quite a racket, but he is less likely to get attacked by monsters here, and if anyone disturbs him he can just tell them to clear out.
That's the theory, anyway. But some of the stuff he brought with him might be a bit more powerful than he'd intended... ]
ii. nesting
[ Cisco had been very tentative about his new living situation, at first. He didn't want to get too comfortable, in case Yuri changed his mind, or Eddie got sick of him. But after a few weeks, with no signs that they want him to leave, Cisco starts to think about maybe settling in to his new room. It's fairly stark, still - just a bed, some sheets, and an old couch. All his clothes are still in bags, but the first thing on his list is some dark curtains for the windows. He was never meant to be a morning person.
He can be seen in various shops in the quarantine, looking at furniture, rugs, curtains, etcetera. Cisco's not above asking random strangers for their opinion, either. ]
What do you think, this one or this one?
iii. misc
[ Come plot something! ]
what: catch-all
when: july
where: anywhere; if you want a starter, please hit me up!
warnings: discussion of sex & drinking
i. tech testing
[ Most of Cisco's work is done within the privacy of his workshop, but there comes a time when he has to leave and find a nice quiet place to actually test some of the tech that he's made. The one time he'd done so outside the wall, things had gone very very badly. So he makes a compromise, finds an alleyway that is within the city but deserted. Sure, he might blow up a dumpster or two and make quite a racket, but he is less likely to get attacked by monsters here, and if anyone disturbs him he can just tell them to clear out.
That's the theory, anyway. But some of the stuff he brought with him might be a bit more powerful than he'd intended... ]
ii. nesting
[ Cisco had been very tentative about his new living situation, at first. He didn't want to get too comfortable, in case Yuri changed his mind, or Eddie got sick of him. But after a few weeks, with no signs that they want him to leave, Cisco starts to think about maybe settling in to his new room. It's fairly stark, still - just a bed, some sheets, and an old couch. All his clothes are still in bags, but the first thing on his list is some dark curtains for the windows. He was never meant to be a morning person.
He can be seen in various shops in the quarantine, looking at furniture, rugs, curtains, etcetera. Cisco's not above asking random strangers for their opinion, either. ]
What do you think, this one or this one?
iii. misc
[ Come plot something! ]
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[ Cisco knows doing that kind of thing is part of Eddie's job. But he also knows that Eddie goes above and beyond what's required of him, all the time. Because apparently, Cisco is just drawn to foolish, selfless, heroic idiots. It's like a disease, honestly. He needs help. ]
Will aloe make it worse? I don't know a lot about chemical burns, which is pretty surprising when you think about it, but I got some aloe in here, too.
[ At the very least, there is one good thing about the power being out: Cisco's pretty sure Eddie has no chance of seeing just how hard he's blushing, after that comment. His mind, which is an evil and awful traitor, chooses that moment to remember what Eddie had said that very first time he mentioned Taako and how they'd gotten together. That Eddie had been attracted to his long, beautiful hair.
(There are times when Cisco wishes that his own brain was something separate from himself, so he could punch it.) ]
Yep. Certified calamity.
[ He returns with painkillers, a half-full bottle of aloe vera, and the candle. Rather than go to the kitchen, he heads over to the living room, gesturing Eddie to join him on the couch. Cisco suspects Eddie was on his feet for the last few hours, and ought to be taking it easy. ]
I hate power outs.
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Hey, now, like I said, as far as I know, there were no kittens. And I don't think aloe will make it worse, since I've flushed it already.
[He trails off, heading into the living room after Cisco and settling into the couch with a low groan of relief as he takes some of the weight off his feet. The truth is, Eddie's feet are a little damaged too, the tops of them and his ankles, which had been protected at first only by his suit pant cuffs and cotton socks, are red and sore in particular.
When Cisco comments that it would've been a calamity if the acid rain got his hair, Eddie grins a bit.]
Seriously. I mean, mine would grow back in like five minutes. Yours is truly a national treasure.
[Eddie lifts one bare foot and rests the mostly undamaged sole of it on the edge of the couch, looking down at his ankle where it sticks out from the cuff of his sweatpants to try to get an idea of how damaged the skin is. Glancing up at Cisco, glad for the light from the candles and the fact his eyes are adjusting to the low light, he offers a weak smile.]
Me too. They're creepy. Especially with this weird green rain. Also boring. It's crazy, something managing to be creepy and boring at the same time.
[Brows furrowing slightly, he glances up.]
God, my ankles are worse than I realized.
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[ Of course he went for that reference. How could he resist? Eddie set it up so perfectly for him. It would be a crime worse than stealing the Declaration of Independence not to make that joke.
Cisco hands the painkillers to Eddie, waits for him to take them, then watches as he pulls his foot onto the couch and looks at it. For a moment Cisco doesn't pay attention, assumes he's just fussing with the elastic, the way literally everyone does when they're wearing that particular kind of sweatpants. But then Eddie is saying it's worse than he realized, and Cisco gets it. ]
Wait, lemme see-
[ He brings the little tea light closer, and it's hard to see the colors exactly in the orange and flickering light, but Cisco can still see how patchy and raw the skin is. Cisco reaches over, pushes up the leg of the sweatpants until he is sure it's out of the way of the burned areas. He sucks in a breath, a purely sympathetic wince at the state of Eddie, and opens the bottle aloe. The way he figures it, if Eddie had had a hard time with a bic lighter, no way is he going to be able to manage the weird press-and-twist situation going on with this bottle. And then, he's already holding it, might as well squirt a generous amount onto his fingers and start to gently dab it onto the worst-looking areas. Caitlin might be the doctor of the group, but Cisco has helped patch up plenty of the small scrapes and bruises, while she's dealing with the heavier stuff. ]
Lemme know if I'm hurting you.
[ Cisco appreciates that Eddie had said blackouts were creepy. If he'd just said they were boring or inconvenient, it would be much harder for Cisco to say what he wants to say next. ]
Yeah uh, I was gonna ask, um. After we get you patched up, you mind if we like... hang, until the lights are back on? You know me... ten minutes without a distraction and I'm gonna end up texting everybody I know and running down the battery on my phone, and I won't have it in case there's some new emergency, and I'll just be bored a few hours later. And... and I don't super love being alone in the dark. Even with cute lil' candles.
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[It takes Eddie a moment or two to catch on, but when he does, he laughs brightly, his face lighting up, because, for the first time, it's a stupid pop culture reference that he totally gets. The smile lingers on his face even as he fusses with the elastic on his sweatpants, dragging it upward, and it stings but he doesn't wince.]
Yeah, it's kind of a mess. I barely felt it when it was happening, but...
[As Cisco brings the tea light over and peers at it, Eddie sobers up a little. With the light on it, he can see that it's a little more serious on the thin skin at the top of his foot than he'd anticipated, and over the bumps of his ankle. Cisco sucks in a breath, and then starts pushing up the leg of his sweatpants until they're about at his knee. The burns, thankfully, don't even go halfway up his calf, and are the worst around the ankle, but it's still a little concerning. He's about to ask for the bottle when Cisco opens it and squirts some into his hand, starts gently dabbing it on the burns.
For a moment, Eddie's still, just watching, unused to being tended to like this. Usually, he's taking care of himself, or taking care of someone else, and it's kind of nice, that Cisco's carefully dabbing gel onto his wounds, being careful and gentle with him, not like he's made of glass or something, but like he's a person Cisco doesn't want to hurt. It feels nice.]
I don't mind hanging out at all. I'm not a big fan of the dark either, after the whole Eobard thing, believe me. It's sort of nightmare fuel.
[Eddie admits it ruefully, but without hesitation, glancing up at Cisco as he does.]
We could play a card game or a board game or something, if you want, or something dumb like Never Have I Ever or something, if we wanted to be teenage girls about it.
[Eddie offers Cisco a bright little grin.]
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The suggestion of a game is a good one. ]
I'm gonna say let's not do a game where I'ma have to be squinting at tiny writing on cards or a board. Never Have I Ever would be good. And- and if we get bored of that, we can just talk.
[ Cisco doesn't even think it through; when he's done with Eddie's ankles and feet, he simply reaches out for Eddie's hands, and starts to do the same thing, with them, carefully not jarring any of the welts on his wrists as he pulls Eddie's hands closer and starts applying the aloe. ]
There's some stuff I've been meaning to tell you.
[ He'd meant that to come out at least 70% less ominous than it actually does. ]
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Either way, he lets it pass, the same way Cisco had, focusing instead on inhaling and exhaling slow and even as Cisco keeps working at cleaning up his wounds. He'll have to get up, he thinks, at some point, and get some loose gauze to layer over the wounds, to protect them and keep the aloe from getting literally everywhere.]
Sure, Never Have I Ever it is. Though I realized just now that this is probably going to be super boring, I have really not lived an interesting life. Thank god there's no alcohol involved. Unless there is...
[His brows raise a little, but the lilt of his voice is teasing. He sobers when Cisco says that there's some stuff he's been meaning to tell him, and he licks his lips nervously.]
Oh? Hopefully nothing bad...
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[ Eddie's teasing little comment about the alcohol has Cisco getting up as soon as he's done with the aloe, moving into the kitchen with the clear intent that, yes, there very much IS going to be alcohol involved. As he's fishing the bottle opener from the drawer, Eddie asks him to get gauze, too. A few moments later, Cisco's back with an unopened bottle of coconut rum, the bottle opener, and a big roll of gauze.
It's good Eddie had thought to ask for it, because it gives Cisco something to do with his hands as he talks, which always makes things easier. ]
Not bad. Just... stuff about my powers. Like, an update, I guess. If you, um. Want that kind of thing.
[ Cisco honestly doesn't know how much Eddie remembers from their journey back after that ill-fated encounter with the monster. Eddie had been losing a lot of blood, and semi-delirious and semi-conscious by the end of it. So maybe he doesn't remember the stuff he'd said, about how Cisco ought to make his powers his own and not let the specter of Eobard Thawne continue fucking up his relationship with them.
Since then, there have been plenty of times when Cisco has thought about bringing them up again. Telling Eddie some of the things he's learned. But... he hasn't. Because, quite simply, of all the people in this place, Eddie is the one whose reaction means the most to Cisco. He cares what Eddie thinks, a lot. Too much, probably. Which made it hard, sometimes, to bring certain things up. ]
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[When Cisco stands up and heads into the kitchen to retrieve alcohol, Eddie laughs, his voice soft and light, his eyes bright as he watches Cisco go, then calls after, asking if he'd be willing to grab him gauze. Cisco agrees, and darts off, and Eddie sits still, shaking his head a little - it's probably a really stupid idea, to drink alcohol in the middle of an acid rainstorm, with the power out while playing a silly game for little girls, but Eddie can't really bring himself to care.
When Cisco comes back and settles in to start unrolling the gauze, wrapping it loosely around Eddie's ankles while he talks, Cisco's hands moving gracefully and gently. When Cisco mentions his powers, offers an update on his powers, Eddie's chin lifts and he perks with obvious interest.]
Yeah, definitely! I was wondering how you were doing with them, but I didn't want to ask. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
[Eddie catches Cisco's eyes as well as he can in the low light.]
You can always talk to me about that.
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There's a guy here. I mean... I say 'a guy' but honestly he's just a kid. But we've kind of talked a few times and he mentioned that he's a mutant, which is kind of like a meta only not really, and he talked about his powers some and they sounded... kind of like mine? Not a total match, but pretty damn close. And he knows how to control them. Use them and stuff. And I know I'm not always the best judge of this kinda stuff, but he seems like a trustworthy person.
[ Cisco can feel himself stalling, because talking about Billy is way easier than talking about himself. It's not entirely wasted time, though - a little bit of background is necessary for context. But as he moves on to the second foot, Cisco just decides to rip off the bandaid, metaphorically speaking. ]
So, um. I told him. About me being a metahuman. And I asked his advice.
[ The words themselves might not sound like a very big deal, but the way that Cisco says them makes it clear there is a lot of significance, there. ]
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As he listens, his brows raise and his eyes widen a little, and then he smiles, brightly.]
Oh wow. That's good. I hope this doesn't sound condescending or anything, but I'm so proud of you, for doing that, even when you dislike your powers so much and don't want anything to do with them. I know it had to take a lot of courage.
[Eddie smiles wider, leaning in and trying to catch Cisco's eyes after the younger man finishes winding the gauze around his other ankle and across the top of his foot.]
How did it go? Did you guys learn anything?
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He doesn't know how to deal with it. Praise has never exactly been a big part of his life. Even Dr. Wells had known well enough to be sparing with it - explicit praise, at least. Had figured out the perfect times to deploy it, to disarm Cisco, or distract him, or set him on a particular course. But with Eddie, there's no motive. He is just actually a nice person. ]
Naw. I know I should've done it sooner, and it's stupid acting like it's a big deal. Not a state secret or whatever.
[ Cisco tucks the end of the gaze into the wrapped portion, and gestures for Eddie to bring his hands forward so Cisco can do those, next. He interrupts the conversation to say: ]
Okay, I'm not exactly a pro at this, so you're gonna be Mummyhands McGee for a little bit here, if you need anything that requires fine motor control lemme be your hands for a while.
[ Then, it's back to the conversation at hand (ha) as Cisco goes about wrapping Eddie's wrists and then, when he gets there, gently binding Eddie's fingers together in a kind of gauzy mitten. ]
It went really well. I mean, way better than I'd thought. Took him about twenty seconds, no joke, to figure out what was triggering my visions, which is kinda rude when you think about it, I mean. They're my stupid powers, and I only spent months trying to deduce that shit.
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Come on. It's not stupid. They're your powers, you should handle them the way you want to, and if that means keeping them a secret, that's what it means.
[His eyes flick down as Cisco starts gently wrapping the gauze around his hands, first at the wrists, careful and gentle, and then his warm fingers wrap each of Eddie's, covering them carefully, as if they were gifts, before binding them together gently into a sort of mitten. Eddie licks his lips nervously, isn't sure why he's anxious at all, just knows that it feels good to have Cisco's hands carefully touching his, because his hands have always been sensitive. He's always enjoyed having them touched, and Cisco's warm fingers feel good, soothing the pain away, protecting them from further damage while he offers to be his hands.]
Thanks, Cisco.
[His voice is a little rough, a little throaty, and he glances up to catch Cisco's eyes while he says it. After a moment, he clears his throat, and nods as Cisco explains that the boy had taken only a few moments to figure out what was triggering Cisco's visions.]
What is it? I mean, if you don't mind me asking...
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He is distracted a little, by the way Eddie's voice sounds when he says thank you. Cisco looks up quickly, worried for a moment that he had hurt Eddie after all, and that that was the source of the rasp in his voice. But Eddie doesn't look like he's hiding pain. He looks... well Cisco doesn't know quite how he looks. He gets all distracted by how the shifting warm orange light illuminates Eddie's face in such a way that he looks even more beautiful than usual. Which is exactly the kind of thought that Cisco does not need in his head right now. But he can't help it.
After that, it's almost a relief to just talk about his powers; apparently, his secret and ever-increasing silly infatuation with the man sitting so near to him is growing more worrying than his secret abilities. ]
I'm not 100% sure but I think it happens when I've got the right levels of dopamine and adrenaline in my system. [ He doesn't think Eddie's stupid, he's probably heard of dopamine and definitely knows what adrenaline is. But Cisco also knows that that is a cowardly answer, one that's dodging the truth. He chews at his bottom lip, shrugs, and summarizes: ] Basically, fear. The trigger is fear. It's happened a couple of times when I was kinda nervous-happy, but mostly it's when I'm scared shitless. Like... in hindsight it's so obvious, but. [ And Cisco shrugs again. ]
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The expression softens and sobers as Cisco starts talking about his powers again, attentive as Eddie listens to him explaining about dopamine and adrenaline, trying to put those together before Cisco finally blurts out what the trigger is. Fear. And it makes sense, in an awful way, from what Eddie knows about Cisco's powers, the visions of Dr. Wells killing him, the fight with the giant lizard in the jungle.
Frowning a little, Eddie glances down.]
Well. That sucks. For a second I was happy, because isn't dopamine a good thing usually? Or am I thinking of endorphins? Anyway... [He trails off, and exhales, trying to get his thoughts in order.]
What do you think you're going to try to do? I mean, if you have to be scared to use your powers, that's...not ideal. I can see why you don't want to use them.
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[ Cisco takes up the aloe again, squeezing a tiny amount onto a fingertip that he then dabs onto the little red weal on the shell of Eddie's ear, the one that he had seen first. It gives him something to look at that isn't Eddie's eyes, although he can feel his gaze as he talks.
He has already discussed this a little bit with Taako, and more extensively with Billy. But neither of them know the context, the way Eddie does. With them he could shape their impressions of what it all means. With Eddie, he can't hide any of the implications. It is a relief, in a way, but it also makes him very vulnerable. ]
I haven't decided. All I know for sure is I want to understand them enough that I can stop myself from having visions when I don't want to. Apart from that... it's tbd. A work in progress.
[ Cisco scrubs his hands together, getting rid of the last traces of aloe, and decisively reaches over for the bottle of coconut rum, signaling that he's done with his little update, and ready to start the drinking game whenever. There were some things he hadn't mentioned - the goggles, the stuff Billy had said about warping reality. A bit at a time. ]
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I get it. And...that makes a lot of sense. I also get why you don't want anything to do with them. If I was dealing with that, I wouldn't want to either. Having to deal with them, out of control, when you're already afraid, when they showed up in the first place because of that erased timeline? God. I'm sorry you have to deal with that.
[Cisco's fingers are gentle as he delicately dabs aloe onto the sore patch on Eddie's ear that he hadn't even noticed until Cisco was putting aloe on it. Tilting his head, he looks up at Cisco through his lashes, tries to catch his eyes but can't, because Cisco is avoiding looking at him.]
Hey. You don't have anything to be ashamed of, Cisco. Believe me, I get why you might think so. I'm a cop, and you see it a lot in my line of work. PTSD. Nobody wants to have it, nobody wants to admit to having it. It's this whole culture of being masculine and tough, but that's all crap.
[After a moment, he exhales, and looks down at Cisco's hands as he rubs at the aloe, then grabs the bottle of liquor. Reaching out, he catches one of them and squeezes tightly.]
It's okay to be scared.
[A little breath, and for all that he wanted to make sure Cisco heard that it's okay to be the way he is, he also didn't miss that distinct change of subject.]
Okay, okay. Who gets to go first?
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And then Eddie's hand is on his, a gentle warm pressure, and Eddie is saying he's dealt with plenty of people with PTSD, that it's nothing new or frightening to him, that it's okay for Cisco to be scared. He looks up, then, expression raw as all of a sudden his throat goes tight, eyes hot with an onrush of emotion that is almost frightening in its speed. Cisco tries to smile, wants to show it's okay, but he can only manage it for about half a second. ]
I know it is, but. [ His voice is much tight with emotion, cracking under the strain of keeping tears at bay. ] I hate it.
[ Which really and truly is the final nail in the coffin of that particular topic. Cisco looks away, screws open the top of the coconut rum and before either of them even starts the game, lifts it up to take a gulp. He coughs a little after, pulls a face, uses the comic momentum of that to cover up as he gathers the somewhat scattered threads of his composure. ]
Oh, that is... not great. That is not great at all. You should go first. Hit me with your best shot.
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The truth is, Eddie had already known he cared about Cisco, and that Cisco cared for him, as much as is possible with how little they really know each other. But between this, and the conversation in the hospital, Eddie's starting to feel like they're much more than acquaintances that have had a few intense conversations. He trusts Cisco. He cares about his well-being. He wants the best for him. He knows that he would drop whatever was going on to take care of Cisco.
The part that's more startling, that makes Eddie's chest feel tight with something between excitement and panic, is that he really honestly believes that Cisco feels the same and would do the same for him. It's an incredible feeling, knowing that he really trusts Cisco in that way.
So he squeezes his hand while Cisco takes a pull from the alcohol, and laughs softly. Feels and then forces himself to ignore the momentary intense and absolutely irrational desire to lean forward and peck Cisco on the cheek or forehead.]
Alright, alright. Never have I ever... [A pause, while he tries to think of somewhere to start. Somewhere easy. Something that could go either way.] ...smoked a cigar.
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Eddie obviously starts him off easy - nothing too personal, there. Cisco shakes his head, bringing the bottle of rum down and perching it on his knee, still holding onto the neck of it. ]
They're expensive and smell disgusting. No way.
[ And here it occurs to him that he has a real chance to learn some things about Eddie - stuff they both might be a little shy to ask at other times. Cisco hums, scrunching up his face with thought. He wants to get to some of those things - which will help them know each other better. But for now, first, he wants to establish that things are light, that he's fine, everything is funny and good again. Plus, he already took a swig. He doesn't want to start off with a handicap. So he smirks and picks something he knows Eddie must have done. ]
Never have I ever... voluntarily jogged.
[ And he holds out the bottle for Eddie, smug and cheerful. ]
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When Cisco shakes his head, Eddie grins.]
Smart man.
[And then Cisco is grinning at him in that mischievous, smirky way and holding the bottle up, makes his call, and hands Eddie the bottle.]
Wow. Starting off with the cheap shots, I see. Cold, Ramon. Very cold.
[Lifting the bottle, he takes a swig from it, about the same size Cisco took, and hisses a little at the sweetness of the liquor.]
God, we're going to have hangovers tomorrow for sure, with that much sugar in there. [A pause, and he licks his lips, tilting his head a bit as he looks over at Cisco.] Hmmm, let's see. I'm gonna try not to be as cheap as you... [A wink, and then-] Never have I ever set my own hair on fire.
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[ And now that Cisco has shown Eddie that movie, he has absolutely no excuse not to get the reference being made. Eddie is right, though. They should maybe make sure they have water on hand in case of emergencies. If the power and water aren't fixed by the morning, things are going to be even more miserable if awful hangovers are involved.
Eddie's next suggestion earns him a little scoff as Cisco plucks the bottle from Eddie, tilts his head back for a quick gulp of the stuff. ]
I'm a mechanical engineer, Eddie. Setting your hair on fire once is practically in the mandatory pre-reqs to graduate, right along with thermodynamics and non-linear waves.
[ Whether those are two separate classes or one required class is really up to interpretation. But Cisco doesn't leave Eddie much time to ponder the question as he quickly moves on to say: ]
Never have I ever... cheated on anybody.
[ A step-up, in terms of emotional stakes, but also very mainstream and nothing pointedly about Eddie there. ]
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Grinning at Cisco as he takes a long pull from the bottle, Eddie laughs at the comment.]
Look, I'm just a humble police detective. I have no idea what the pre-reqs are for mechanical engineers, it was just a shot in the dark. Apparently I have good instincts, though, which is a pre-req for Criminology.
[A little grin, and he raises his brows at that question. He's not surprised Cisco hasn't, and it's nice to be able to completely honestly respond.]
Nope. No drink for me. I'm not the type. And hmm....never have I ever...dated a coworker.
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Still... he kind of likes that it was a no.
Eddie's crack about instincts and Criminology doesn't just get a huff of laughter from Cisco - it catches him off guard, and the timing and delivery just make it so funny that it gets a full-blown laugh. ]
Does somebody who's in the same class as you count as a co-worker? [ When Eddie gives a shake of his head 'no', Cisco pointedly doesn't drink, explaining: ]
I might not've always made the best dating decisions ever, but at least I've avoided the 'date a coworker, break up, everybody gets a slice of the awkwardness pie' scenario. Points for me, I guess. Now, let's see. Never have I ever...
[ Cisco pauses, smile getting a touch smaller as he thinks. If he asks what popped into his head, he'll be pulling the trigger on something that might be a bit serious. But... it's something he's wondered about Eddie. He wants to know. Is it worth asking like this? After another few heavy moments of silence, he decides to go for it: ]
...told my family I like guys.
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And when Cisco says that about the 'date a coworker, break up, everyone gets a slice of the awkwardness pie' thing, though, Eddie does wince a little bit.]
Yikes. I managed to do that without dating an actual coworker. Dating his daughter somehow made it even more awkward. And, uh...does it count if someone else told them first and then I had to confirm?
[When Cisco frowns and makes a non-committal noise, Eddie laughs softly, and takes a drink.]
Mm. I'm taking the drink because I need it after that memory. God. One of my mom's friend's kid saw me making out with a guy at a club in college and Facebooked her. Not pretty, but it was okay in the end, you know?
[Tilting his head, he raises his brows a little.]
Never have I ever... [He hesitates for a moment, but ends up giving in, his curiosity piqued by that comment about Cisco not having made the best dating decisions.] ...had sex on the first date.
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[ Cisco's face is all softness and sympathy. Knowing what it was like to be young and closeted, and knowing Eddie's fondness for extreme understatement, a situation that was "not pretty" must have been damn terrible, indeed. It makes Cisco's heart ache, thinking about it. Young Eddie, feeling like he was somewhere safe, where he could be himself. Happy, and expressing affection for someone who felt the same. And then some douche came along... ]
What a snitch! I mean who does that?! Who is that shitty and lonely and hateful and stupid?!
[ He is all righteous indignation, wishing he could teleport and time travel himself back just to sock that random person for doing that to Eddie, for outing him, just because they could. Cisco lets out a short, frustrated sigh, shifting restlessly. Fortunately, there is the game to distract him a bit from his worry and vicarious indignation.
Cisco can't help his initial reaction to the prompt: it isn't as overt and animated as some of his expressions, but his eyebrows raise just a fraction, eyes widening when Eddie says he's never had sex on a first date. He's just... surprised, by that. And it doesn't take long to make the connection that if Eddie hasn't done that, he almost certainly hasn't skipped straight to the sex without a date at all. But no time to think about that; Cisco lifts the bottle without a word and takes a small drink. The mere fact that he doesn't launch into a single anecdote of a time he did is maybe a bit of a hint that it hasn't only happened once. Or maybe Eddie will just interpret that as shyness. Hopefully the latter, though it won't matter much if they keep playing this. ]
Never have I ever... gone streaking.
[ Eddie had done Sports in college, right, that seemed like the sort of thing that a group of Sports Boys might do together. It's still a touch riqsué, but not overtly about sex... ]
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