[ There are situations in which Cisco loves to sing. Driving in the car with Eddie. In the shower, using a conditioner bottle as a mock microphone. At karaoke, when he's drunk out of his mind. But perched uncomfortably in a tree, in the abandoned city, entirely sober and unaccompanied, in front of Ronan Lynch, because a creepy trap told him to?
No way. ]
Uhhhh, he's your pet.
[ Cisco is generous with his time and his aid, but there are some lines a man has got to draw. He doesn't care how bad a singer Ronan is, or how unconfident. This one's on him. ]
no subject
No way. ]
Uhhhh, he's your pet.
[ Cisco is generous with his time and his aid, but there are some lines a man has got to draw. He doesn't care how bad a singer Ronan is, or how unconfident. This one's on him. ]
C'mon. You sing, I grab. Perfect duo.