[ within two minutes and fifty seconds, barry allen arrives outside of the only mexican restaurant he knows cisco has to be at in de chima. if the reviews and facebook marketing campaigns are anything, this is the one. ]
[ swooshing outside, barry pulls at the collar of his jacket to smooth it out before he takes those long legs of his inside. and sits right in front of cisco, like he flashed right into the restaurant himself. (he's not that rude ... yet.) ]
[ studying the nachos, he counts a couple of them before he concludes the most obvious conclusion: ]
[ barry fistpumps, hitting his elbow against the table. ] Yes — Ow!
[ rubbing his elbow, he grins at cisco. ] How long have you been here? You didn't livetext me your walk from your place to here. I'm a little disappointed by you wanting to save your data, Cisco.
You know you could've asked me. [ barry's quick at reaching for a nacho, it in his mouth in no time. if he's taken two, no one can prove it with how quickly he moves … ] I would've delivered it to you. I'm really great at delivering stuff. I can't exactly eat while I deliver! It's not kosher, you know?
[ no one trusts barry to deliver them food. no one sane would trust him. but barry enjoys being a pain in batman's ass. running super fast, eating all the food, converse shoes on the table ... he's an un-fun wells. ]
[ cisco really needs to pull the nacho bowl away as barry's picking at it fast. it's not even intentionally fast — sometimes barry allen is simply the fastest nacho eater alive. ]
[ gracefully, with his mouth full: ] I needed a break from golf. [ that sounded like a jumble of words, so barry, once he swallows, repeats: ] Golf.
[ tongue against his teeth, he finally looks up at cisco, nacho in his hand. brows knitting together: ] Do you play golf?
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bro its so good.
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Or hate-love you.
Whichever one is the nicer one that's how I feel towards you right now.
My stomach is legit flipping over for this.
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im feeling pretty generous today.
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It's me
[ you're the fastest man alive who is great at being slow, bro. ]
Can you give me 1min so I can find my Mexican food pants?
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[ swooshing outside, barry pulls at the collar of his jacket to smooth it out before he takes those long legs of his inside. and sits right in front of cisco, like he flashed right into the restaurant himself. (he's not that rude ... yet.) ]
[ studying the nachos, he counts a couple of them before he concludes the most obvious conclusion: ]
Is there more coming?
[ hi cisco. ]
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[ He takes a sip of horchata to wash down the bite that was in his mouth when Barry sped in, then swallows. ]
Already ordered another round.
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[ rubbing his elbow, he grins at cisco. ] How long have you been here? You didn't livetext me your walk from your place to here. I'm a little disappointed by you wanting to save your data, Cisco.
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I'm on break from working at the Hall, okay? Trying to install new firewalls is hungry work and the Bat wouldn't let me order delivery.
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[ no one trusts barry to deliver them food. no one sane would trust him. but barry enjoys being a pain in batman's ass. running super fast, eating all the food, converse shoes on the table ... he's an un-fun wells. ]
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Nah, it's alright. Besides, I've been up to my elbows in code for like a day and a half, I needed a break.
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[ gracefully, with his mouth full: ] I needed a break from golf. [ that sounded like a jumble of words, so barry, once he swallows, repeats: ] Golf.
[ tongue against his teeth, he finally looks up at cisco, nacho in his hand. brows knitting together: ] Do you play golf?
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[ Cisco grabs the last nacho before Barry can reach it. Don't worry, the waitress will soon bring a fresh plate. ]
I only play the miniature version. Why were you playing golf?