“I’m guessing he made you sign something for me.” Landon shrugged. Of course, when he was younger, he had no clue that Uncle Mick might just kidnap Cisco to get his nephew the things that he wanted, but he felt little guilt about it. He was a Snart after all, and he got what he wanted. He dropped his chin into his hands. “I’m sure you’ll figure that out.”
“Why does that not suprise me?” Cisco muttered, reaching down to open a drawer in the desk where he kept his candy stash hidden from Barry. “You want a piece?” He offered before starting again. “So what brings you to Central City other than me? Wow. That was probably the most egotistical thing to have said. Sorry.” He laughed, sticking a twizzler in his mouth.
Cisco backup 