[ Harrison follows him over, shaking his head when Cisco holds out the small bag and snatches it from his hand roughly. Leave it to Ramon to bring . . . what was it exactly, anyway? He furrows his brows down at the bag, turning it over in his hand. It looked like some kind of herb, maybe? But what would he . . .
That thought dies in his mind as he glances up, eyes narrowing just a bit over at him. ]
Do I even want to know what this is, Ramon?
[ Though the smell was— well, it wasn't cannabis, he could tell that with his enhanced senses. It had to be something, though; he could feel his hand shake just a bit as he questions Cisco, distracted. At least, distracted enough that he doesn't notice a nail (a claw, though he'll never admit it) catch on the side of the bag, tearing it slightly and letting some of the contents spill, the odor almost immediately wafting up to him.
And in a matter of seconds, the bag is on the ground along with Harrison Wells and though he seems thoroughly intent on rubbing his face against the bag, a calm seems to have come over him. There may even be a soft yowl or two.
It isn't long before he swipes a hand out at the paper towel roll on the floor, batting it to one side, before following it along with his hand and lazily batting it back. ]
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That thought dies in his mind as he glances up, eyes narrowing just a bit over at him. ]
Do I even want to know what this is, Ramon?
[ Though the smell was— well, it wasn't cannabis, he could tell that with his enhanced senses. It had to be something, though; he could feel his hand shake just a bit as he questions Cisco, distracted. At least, distracted enough that he doesn't notice a nail (a claw, though he'll never admit it) catch on the side of the bag, tearing it slightly and letting some of the contents spill, the odor almost immediately wafting up to him.
And in a matter of seconds, the bag is on the ground along with Harrison Wells and though he seems thoroughly intent on rubbing his face against the bag, a calm seems to have come over him. There may even be a soft yowl or two.
It isn't long before he swipes a hand out at the paper towel roll on the floor, batting it to one side, before following it along with his hand and lazily batting it back. ]