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Guy's Night Out
After everything that's been going on lately, the time has come for a break. A planned visit from a friend is just the thing and with no major crisis going on at the moment, it's the perfect time to make that happen.
So, with an itinerary that includes science, food and video games, Barry is excited to bring Yamato in from Milliways for another trip to Central City.
Opening the door from the bar that's a broom closet in S.T.A.R. Labs, Barry gestures Yamato through.
"Here we are," Barry says with a smile. "Welcome back, dude."
The corridor, like most of rest of S.T.A.R. Labs that doesn't get used by Team Flash much, is usually pretty dimly lit, but today the passageway is bright in anticipation of their guest and the science that's about to commence.
Nodding down the hallway, Barry says, "Cisco and Caitlin are in her lab and we're all set up for you."
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"We nearly there?" He asks, with maybe just a hint of nervousness, because being nearly there means meeting Joe.
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"Good thing, too, I'm starving. I had Big Belly for lunch, but the bird burglar back there yanked my food from the desk."
"ARAWWW!" GP squawks hearing 'Big Belly'.
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Unbuckling his set belt, Barry reaches up to give Yamato's shoulder a pat; waiting to make sure Yamato's alright before he opens the door.
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He glances around at Barry, before giving his hand a quick pat and unbuckling his seatbelt, opening the door and hopping out. He's nervous, but that's fine. He knew he would be.
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Unlocking the house, Barry pushes open the door.
"Welcome to the West house," he says to Yamato, holding the door and standing aside to let Yamato and Cisco in.
The prevailing feeling of the house is warmth, from the sunny walls with wood trimming to the inviting furniture. To the left of the door is the living room area with a couch and chairs and pictures on the walls and mantel place. Straight ahead is the dining area with a big table and the kitchen just beyond. A staircase to the right leads up, and looking close at the corner of the wall at the foot of the stairs there are notches to be seen; growth marks carefully etched and labeled 'Barry' or 'Iris'.
Even though it isn't a large space, it's all very welcoming. A space that just feels homey.
Kicking off his shoes at the door, Barry calls out, "Hey Joe? We're here."
From up the stairs a voice calls back, "Be down in a sec."
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It seems ... nice. Warm and homey in a way the Ishida apartment never has been, that's for sure.
He tenses up slightly at that voice from upstairs, but busies himself taking off his shoes, setting them neatly by the door.
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"Hey Joe? Did you replenish the soda supply? It was dangerously low the last time I was here... "
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Before Barry can lead the way there are footsteps on the stairs and Joe comes walking down.
"Sorry, just got home a few minutes ago," Joe apologizes, looking over the three young men. "Hey, Bare."
Joe gives Barry a hug and then casts a not quite enthused look and deadpan greeting over to the man slouching on his couch. "Hey, Cisco. Cisco's bird thing."
Turning his smile back on, Joe steps forward towards Yamato and offers his hand. "You must be Yamato. Joe West."
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"Right. Yeah," he says to Joe, a little hesitantly, before reaching over to shake his hand. "Yamato Ishida. It's nice to meet you."
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"RAW!" GP squawks with his own greeting.
Here now Cisco's approach comes off as confidence, anywhere else and it would just be more evidence of his lack of self-preservation skills.
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Joe shakes his head, giving a kind of shudder at the thought of it.
"I appreciate you helping out like you did," Joe adds, taking his hand back.
Barry stands by smiling, pleased to have this meeting finally happening.
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There's no reprimand in Joe's voice, just a quiet relief for the turnout of something over and done with, and gratitude towards Yamato.
"He also helped take down a bad guy meta and his gang," Barry pipes in.
"That too," Joe says, nodding towards Barry and what he's said.
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Obviously.
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"Thanks," he says to Joe, ducking his head a little more. "But really, all I did was read a few maps. Barry would've been just fine without me."
He glances over at Cisco. "... You know I'm pretty sure I apologised for junking your robot, kid."
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Joe studies Yamato and makes a thoughtful sound. "Hm. May not seem like much to you, but it means a lot to us."
Yamato may want to continue denying how much he did or not, but Joe doesn't leave much room to try and do so. Turning, he nods Yamato, and by extension Barry, to follow.
"You want something to drink?" Joe asks, heading for the kitchen. "C'mon, let's get you set up in here. Barry didn't say what you were cooking, but if we're missing something you need just let us know."
Passing the couch, Joe notes to Cisco, "I don't know what this robot did, but I feel like it's to the good of everybody that you don't have it anymore."
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Cisco pouts at Joe and mutters, "Well that's rude."
Just because his adventures in robots so far have turned out bad doesn't mean he shouldn't have one!
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To Cisco, he remarks: "You know, I left it mostly intact." It was just missing an arm! And a head. And a hand.
"Something to drink would be good," he says to Joe, following him towards the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me use your kitchen, too, er, Joe-san."
Yamato's not used to using honorifics with people, and it feels weird, but he's trying to make a good impression and that involves being less abrupt and rude than usual.
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Cisco shudders.
"It's that same feeling like knowing someone else has worn your underwear. It's not going away."
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