[ Cisco had expected him to have a reaction. He'd hoped Harry would have some reaction. But he had never thought it would be this intense or this immediate. One second he is tearing the bag and the next he is laying on the floor and rolling around in it like an absolute lunatic, getting it on his face and in his hair and legitimately, 100% unironically making cat noises.
It is so funny that it momentarily bypasses funny and is a little frightening. Harry can't OD on this stuff, right? Catnip is harmless? Cisco reaches down and plucks up Harry's glasses before he scratches them trying to jam his face into the bits of catnip stuck to the floor. He sets them on the coffee table, a pair of jeans still clutched in one hand.
Only when Harry starts batting the paper towel back and forth does it really sink in enough for Cisco to laugh. But once he starts laughing, he's not sure he'll ever stop. He collapses onto the couch, clutching at his side and choking on it, hardly able to breathe through his mirth. ]
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It is so funny that it momentarily bypasses funny and is a little frightening. Harry can't OD on this stuff, right? Catnip is harmless? Cisco reaches down and plucks up Harry's glasses before he scratches them trying to jam his face into the bits of catnip stuck to the floor. He sets them on the coffee table, a pair of jeans still clutched in one hand.
Only when Harry starts batting the paper towel back and forth does it really sink in enough for Cisco to laugh. But once he starts laughing, he's not sure he'll ever stop. He collapses onto the couch, clutching at his side and choking on it, hardly able to breathe through his mirth. ]
Oh. My. God.