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Tweak says, "Do you have any Grey Poupon?"

Cisco Ramon is an anomaly (onlygoodvibes) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-09-17 12:31:00

Entry tags:

inactive: cisco ramon, inactive: lydia martin

Who:Cisco and Lydia
What:random stuff
When:Today
Where:their place

Cisco was pulling through the darkness that had consumed his entire being for the last week or so. It'd been a rough one. So many things had hit him all at once that he'd basically shut down and refused to human. Today was the first day he was able to human without the alarm. He even ditched his sweat pants he'd been living in for the last week. He wasn't quite back to work yet, but soon. He was aiming for the end of the week. He could see a light at the end of his miserable week. Dick's disappearance felt like someone had kicked the air out of his lungs. He wasn't able to do anything about it unlike with Barry and the speed force. Dick had just told him, he was stuck with him and then the rug was harshly yanked out from under his feet.

He'd even showered. Cisco managed to make a solid attempt of looking like a human again instead of an exhausted and sad shell of one that he'd been the last week. Dark hair was tied back as he lurked in the kitchen for a moment and peered into the fridge. He hadn't been too good with eating lately, though he was eating healthier things just the act of eating was exhausting to him. It still seemed like a daunting task. Lydia was coming home soon though, and he wanted to do something for her. Unure of how hungry she'd be, he ended up making a salad out of what was left in the fridge vegetable wise and prepared it with a bit of Latino flare. A chicken salad with cilantro and lime. A summery type of flavor for the end of it. Or what he hoped was the end, Cisco liked winter. Hoodies and hot drinks were his wheel house. Summer, not so much.

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futureimperfect
2019-09-17 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Classes were going well for Lydia, surprising no one that knew her. It still disturbed her that for all she knew, her classmates shut down or retreated to closets when she wasn't there, but they were alright for weird manifestations. The commute wasn't terrible (if you didn't count this past Friday's) and between class, work, and her friends at the Villa, her days were plenty full enough. Honestly, with all of the training she'd gotten in high school, she could have handled more, but that kind of energy could be expended when Goodland decided to mess with them again.

Getting off the train a few stops early, she'd ducked into a bakery and grabbed a dozen assorted cookies, throwing in a loaf of sourdough and some muffins for good measure before walking the rest of the way home. She was happy Cisco was feeling better—both for his mental state as well as hers and Stiles'. "Hello? Cookie delivery," she didn't know how far 'getting out of bed' accounted for, figuring it safer to announce her presence as she entered the apartment, "and alarm rescue."

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onlygoodvibes
2019-09-17 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Cisco glanced up from the food as he put a third bowl in the fridge for whenever Stiles got in. It was wrapped up and covered. It ought to last long enough. He hadn't done much all week, he'd initially thought of buying something for Lydia but he wasn't quite ready to go anywhere yet. Maybe when he went back to work he could manage a store or two. He'd had an earbud in his ears while working on the food, so the announcement was appreciated. He pulled one of them out.

"Hey. In here." An arm waved from the little kitchen. If Lydia had asked, Cisco would have denied he needed anyone and likely just laid in bed. She didn't ask, she just kept him company and that earned her about ten zillion brownie points in his eyes. He didn't know what to say,so he figured just showing her kindness might suffice. He wasn't as fancy of a cook as Barry might be, but he could hold his own in a kitchen.

	futureimperfect 2019-09-18 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	"I believe you can, I'm struggling with you doing it voluntarily," she teased, following his line of sight to the baggy for a second before getting distracted by his phone threat. "No, no. This looks really good, actually." Taking the fork, she waited to dig in until he was settled and eating. "Water's good. What's it like? The dopplegangers." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)