[ Harrison follows suit shortly, kneeling down to pull his shoes off before stepping over and sliding in. He raises an eyebrow over at Cisco, staying close to the edges as well. ]
Satisfied?
[ If the balls were softer, he'd toss one over in his direction. Contrary to popular belief, he never actually wanted the things he threw at people to hit them — save that one time with Allen, but, well. It was an eraser. He was a metahuman. It was fine. And though the balls are a thin, hollow plastic, he's not confident that they wouldn't actually hurt, the way he was with an eraser. So instead, Harrison sweeps a hand out, sending a few flying in the opposite direction, some skipping across the pit. ]
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Satisfied?
[ If the balls were softer, he'd toss one over in his direction. Contrary to popular belief, he never actually wanted the things he threw at people to hit them — save that one time with Allen, but, well. It was an eraser. He was a metahuman. It was fine. And though the balls are a thin, hollow plastic, he's not confident that they wouldn't actually hurt, the way he was with an eraser. So instead, Harrison sweeps a hand out, sending a few flying in the opposite direction, some skipping across the pit. ]
Something tells me they're not usually this deep.