[IC Inbox] It's hard for me to trust people

[prettyntoxic]

"I know,
What I want and,
I'll get,
What I need
I'll come over and I'll show you now,
Don't you wish that you could have me now?"



"This is Lis. Leave a message or text a selfie and I'll hit you up if you look like my type."

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[hypoxic]

[Well if people want to be understood, they ought to say the things they mean. Metaphors are ridiculous and ought to be abolished.

He flounders when she flatters him, turning all sorts of crimson shades, until she says something familiar and he latches onto it instead.]

Y-you know Cisco -- he's a colleague.

[CISCO WHY DO YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN DO YOU NEED HELP???]

[prettyntoxic]

[Metaphors are fun. Hush, you.

She loves the shades of red he turns, but he seems to have a small freak out over Cisco. A colleague? Well, everything just made a lot more sense.]

Cisco's from home and we're very close. I'm a little hurt he hasn't mentioned me. [She pouts.] Then again, kissing and telling when it involves a Snart probably doesn't go over well in his social circle.

[She remembered Dr. Snow's reaction, and it was priceless.

And yes, he might need help with Lisa around.]

[hypoxic]

[ wait sorry he's going to need that again. ]

You and he are -- [ This requires additional processing time. ]

Does he know about it? [ moreover, has he consented to it? ]

[prettyntoxic]

You know, for a smart kid, you're not very quick.

Does he know about what? That he and I have shared several passionate kisses? I think he might be aware. It's a little difficult not to be, considering it takes two to tango.

[She's having too much fun with this. Sorry, Cisco.]

You know, not all brilliant guys are allergic to flirting.

[hypoxic]

Well - just mean that... Youknowit'sprobablynotimportantwhatImean..

[He just drains the last of his glass in a long gulp instead.]

It's not my business what he gets up to in his spare time.