|| video | @ciscodelamancha | feb 10 ||

[franciscoramon]

[ The video starts off shaky, clearly taken using the front-facing camera on a phone being wielded by a deeply intoxicated Cisco Ramon. He is pink-cheeked and bright-eyed and giggling so much he has difficulty speaking. ]

Heyooo Quarantine! Sup! Guess what?! It's my birthday today! That means I'm twenty fuckin' five, which means I'm totally old, and wise, and stuff. So I thought it'd be fun if y'all sent me, like, questions! For advice! You know, like Dear Abby, only instead it's Dear Cisco. I've been around a whole quarter of a century now so you best believe I've got plenty of knowledge I can drop on ya like that!

[ He lifts the hand not holding the phone, clearly meaning to snap, but realizes belatedly he's still holding a glass. He turns away from the screen, muttering a quick Babe, babe hold this for me- before handing off the drink to someone outside the shot. Then he looks at the camera once more and snaps, not loudly enough to be heard and late enough that it is unintentionally very comical. ]

It's cool if you send them anonymous or not, anything goes. Lemme help you make some good-ass choices in your life! Or if you're not feeling the advice game you could just like do some shout outs and holler at your loved ones.

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[franciscoramon]

[ Okay, this whole phone thing is getting silly; Cisco sets his down on the table, turning to where Eddie is sitting beside him and giving him a Look™. Or as much of a Look™ as he can manage when he's so drunk he is swaying a little bit, and his face is flushed. ]

'member what we talked about? About... about we were gonna try only sayin' nice stuff about ourselves for a lil' bit?

[ It was a relatively new resolution between the two of them - a recommendation from Cisco's therapist, that the way he talked about himself mattered, that he shouldn't put himself down so often. If he couldn't keep himself from thinking those negative things, he should at least try to refrain from saying them automatically. ]

So it's not wrong. Not even a tiny bit.

[ And he leans against Eddie, half-laying against his side and shoulder, head lolling back. ]

I mean it.

[causational]

[The only reason that Eddie doesn't pull Cisco right into his lap is that Cisco might still on camera and he doesn't want to embarrass him. He looks way too cute the way he is, flush-faced and giving him that look that implies he's displeased with the way Eddie is talking.

Then it's Eddie's turn to feel a flush when Cisco mentions the conversation they had about only saying nice things about themselves - it's a flush of embarrassment, though, and he ducks his head, frowning a bit.]

I know, I know. I just...I wasn't saying anything bad about myself. I was just saying something nice about you. How gorgeous you are, and smart and perfect and...

[A pause, and then a worried glance at the camera as Cisco leans in against him, looking up at him.]

That thing's not on right now, is it?

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco lifts his head to check that the phone is off. It takes him a couple tries because his coordination is not the greatest right now. But he confirms that, yes, the camera is off, and all the apps on the phone are closed. It's just the two of them. In a public place, sure, but not streaming their conversation out to all of the Quarantine. Cisco sinks against Eddie again, determined to have his say, even if his brain's working slowly right now, and making his point feels like trying to wade through molasses. ]

But you were implying. Don' pretend you weren't. You think you're so sneaky, but I see riiiiight through you, Mister Eddie Detective Thawne. You weren't saying I was gorgeous, you were saying... I was too gorgeous for you. And that's saying a good thing about me only so you can say a bad thing about you. And I don't wanna be part of that. Kay? I'm not on board.

[ He twists, so he can press his face against Eddie's neck, feeling the scrape of his stubble, the warmth of his skin, the faint pulse of his heartbeat underneath. With equal weight and dignity as what he was saying before, he adds: ]

You're very comfy.

[causational]

[He can't help it, when Cisco calls him 'Mister Eddie Detective Thawne' and says that he thinks he was being sneaky, Eddie laughs, shaking his head.]

Oh my god. Mister Cisco Genius Ramon caught me out. I shouldn't be surprised. Anyway, yes, you're gorgeous. I think you're more gorgeous than I deserve, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

[A little smile, as Cisco leans in against his side, presses his face into his neck and he can feel all the little nuances of it - how soft Cisco's cheek is, how his breath feels ghosting against Eddie's skin, the way his lashes flutter. And then Cisco is declaring him comfy and he makes a little noise of pleasure in his throat.]

So are you. And I'm sorry for making you complicit in my self-deprecation. I'll try to avoid that in the future.

[franciscoramon]

[ When Eddie still insists Cisco is too gorgeous for him, Cisco's protest is nonverbal, and childish, but effective nonetheless. Eddie really should have known better, than to continue to argue with him when Cisco is in such a prime position. It's all too easy, for him to turn and blow a big raspberry against the most sensitive spot on Eddie's neck - loud and rude and embarrassing.

He beams, then, back shaking in silent giggles at his own ingenuity. He really had way too much to drink. Probably too much, because it means that Eddie is going to end up half-carrying (or even... all the way carrying) him home, and he'll probably be sick before morning, and that's hardly the best way to start off his twenty-fifth year.

But it's hard to worry about any of that when he's got Eddie here with him, infuriating and perfect and mysterious and honest and handsome and so very lovable. ]