What are you getting? Don't get a salad, I want to share. I know you always get a veggie burger but does that mean you can have some of my burger or what? We can split fries so get two fries. I don't want any green things.
It is hot. Dumb though, like super impractical and bad for combat but we'd get hot sex out of it so I'm so game.
Nah. I don't eat food that has the word salad in it, usually ends badly.
Thigh holster? Makes sense. So, hey, am I making you this costume or what? Cause I have ideas and I already started sketches and I can sew waaaaay better than you.
Yeah but there's also salad. I guess I can try it. But I also get something good in case it sucks.
But I don't want to mooooooove
Through the door, Hartley can actually hear Cisco whine very loudly and then slowly trudge to the door, opening it still wrapped in his blanket looking very pouty. "You need to remember your keys, asshole."
Hartley rolled his eyes and walked in, carrying two Big Belly Burger Bags
and leaning forward to kiss Cisco. Then he put the bags down so he could
get his arms around Cisco and under the blanket, warming himself against
him. "I brought you food, you have to be nice."
"I had to move. Do you have any idea how hard that is?" He started to drag Hartley over to the couch and then yanked the other down on top of him. The food and sketches were still accessible from the coffee table. "There's the drawing of your ass." His hands went up and he idly felt the real thing himself, amusing that he could even do this with someone so handsome and awesome. "I think I got a good representation of it."
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So like what
do you want to try?
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Yeah. I want to. I've been thinking about it.
Thinking about calling myself the Pied Piper.
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I wanted to pick the name :(
... It's that's pretty good. I mean like amazing and I support it but as your boyfriend and best friend, I am offended on so many levels.
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I need a suit. And to show you the flute I've been working on.
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Oooh! Can we do that tonight? Can we have dinner and share cool tech and maybe have hot sex?
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We can have some of these things at least. Do you need me to bring dinner?
Have you ever seen pictures of the Starling City vigilante?
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Oh yeah, Barry knows him apparently. He's so badass.
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I was thinking something more him, less Barry. No offence.
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So green hood and all that jazz? Oh. Hot.
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Green hood, yes. Apparently that somehow magically keeps identities safe now. But mostly I just want you to think it's hot.
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It is hot. Dumb though, like super impractical and bad for combat but we'd get hot sex out of it so I'm so game.
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What do you think would be better for combat?
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The kind of thing I gave Barry but you're not into it so I guess the hood would work.
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Barry is wearing a suit specifically made for speed. I'm not fast, just normal. Well. Faster than you.
I'll need something to hold my flute though.
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Everyone is faster than me, that's not an achievement.
So a utility belt?
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Something like that. Although wearing it on a belt would probably cut into my movement. Maybe something on my thigh?
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Thigh holster? Makes sense. So, hey, am I making you this costume or what? Cause I have ideas and I already started sketches and I can sew waaaaay better than you.
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Of course you're making me the costume, I've zero costuming experience outside of Pride. I want to see the sketches. Almost home, by the way.
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I have so many ideas.
I'm going to make your ass look amazing.
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...do you have sketches of my ass?
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Hell yeah
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Also open the door, I'm here. With my actual ass.
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But I don't want to mooooooove
Through the door, Hartley can actually hear Cisco whine very loudly and then slowly trudge to the door, opening it still wrapped in his blanket looking very pouty. "You need to remember your keys, asshole."
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Hartley rolled his eyes and walked in, carrying two Big Belly Burger Bags and leaning forward to kiss Cisco. Then he put the bags down so he could get his arms around Cisco and under the blanket, warming himself against him. "I brought you food, you have to be nice."
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