[ Cisco looks over, eyebrows raised, when Harry flops bonelessly onto the couch, much closer than he had expected. He knows that it is the influence of the catnip, but he cannot help being a touch relieved. Even if it took chemicals to make it happen, it's nice to see Harry unafraid of coming close to him. He picks up the scissors and starts making deft little cuts in the fabric, hands steady. Cisco pauses to watch Harry batting at his own tail, which is actually quite funny, and he almost makes a Dr. Strangelove joke, but it would probably be over even a sober Harry's head, so he lets it be. ]
What was it like before now?
[ He pins the fabric in place, turns to look at Harry. Initially, he is just checking to make sure that he is actually okay, but any worries he might have about Harry feeling sick or paranoid because of the catnip have vanished. He looks... happy, and Cisco reaches up and brushes his fingers against one of those intriguing cat ears, because he thinks Harry will let him get away with it, and he just can't resist. ]
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What was it like before now?
[ He pins the fabric in place, turns to look at Harry. Initially, he is just checking to make sure that he is actually okay, but any worries he might have about Harry feeling sick or paranoid because of the catnip have vanished. He looks... happy, and Cisco reaches up and brushes his fingers against one of those intriguing cat ears, because he thinks Harry will let him get away with it, and he just can't resist. ]