Dream that Cisco becomes like the fates in Hercules and annoys everyone with his omnipotence
Oh my god–if I may add? Just imagining Barry reaching for something like a beaker or a mug of hot coffee and Cisco just choking back laughter and Barry’s like
“What?”
*shrug* “Nothing”
Barry reaches again, *another giggle* “Dude, what?”
“I don’t what you’re talking about”
“What’s gonna happen if I pick this up?”
“I dunno. Could be anything. Could be nothing. Let’s find out.”
And then Barry picks the cup up with so much exaggerated tenderness but the handle breaks and it spills all over him anyway, and Cisco has to be picked up off the floor cause he’s laughing so hard.
Barry remembered from his stalking of his doppelganger that the guy worked at the CCPD – that must be what Cisco was referring to. What he couldn’t remember, however, was the name of the guy that worked with him. John? Jack? Jim? It was on the tip of his tongue, and to slow suspicion Barry used his speed to his advantage and whipped through about two dozen J names quicker than Cisco could register. Once landing on one that seemed correct, Barry leaned back in the chair easily.
“Slow day today. Wasn’t really needed at the lab so I had Joe ask Singh if I could pop out.” Barry stated, lying as smoothly as possible. He didn’t want to hurt this guy – one of the very few people he wouldn’t – but if suspicion was aroused he might have to at least knock him out before rushing away.
“Gotcha,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the man, not fully believing him. “I meant to ask you. How are the comms working in your suit? I did a few modifications before you went out last.” Cisco watched the man closely, having a gut feeling that something was off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
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