rathawayxhartley: Hartley rolled his eyes. “Always a pleasure, Cisquito,” he drawled, straightening up and meeting his gaze. “I’m here to check-in.” He spat. “Does Harrison still have you wrapped around his finger? Or have you finally opened up your eyes so your vastly mediocre brain can process that I was right all along?” Cisco clenched his teeth asContinue reading

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