[ Cisco sees that look, that raised eyebrow, but he can tell that Harry is amused all the same. So he just heaves a happy sigh and tucks his hands behind his head, relaxing as well as he can against the shifting surface of the plastic balls. ]
You should tryyy ittt.
[ He draws out the words, coaxing and amused. Cisco even picks up one of the balls and lobs it softly at Harry's leg. It bounces off, just above his knee, and Cisco picks up another, clearly aiming to do the same thing over again, and perhaps again and again until he annoys Harry into doing more than just standing there. ]
You're not doing it right if you just stand there, dude!
[ But Cisco isn't going to waste his time cajoling too much. He tosses another couple of the balls before rolling his eyes and getting back to his feet, only to take another dive into the pit, this one considerably less graceful than the last. He ends up nearly running into Harry's legs and laughing his head off. ]
Oops.
[ And then the temptation is just too much. It's not like Cisco knocks Harry over, exactly. Nothing as violent as that. He just... intentionally destabilizes the area around Harry's feet, very abruptly, in an attempt to make him fall. Like any good friend would. ]
[ He should have been expecting it and yet, he wasn't. Harrison slips further into the pit with an undignified cry. ]
Ramon—!
[ There's irritation and then there's genuine anger. This, fortunately, is the former and not the latter, which is extremely evident by the annoyed look on Harrison's face when he surfaces, glaring daggers over in Cisco's direction.
[ The 'oops' is singularly unconvincing; it's obvious Cisco meant to make him fall and doesn't regret it. His only regret is that he couldn't do it AND snap a picture at the same time. But he gets a feeling that sending Caitlin and Barry and Jesse an action shot of Harry toppling into a ball-pit might be the straw the breaks the camel's back. He doesn't want Harry actually mad at him. So he'll just have to preserve this moment in his memory, instead. ]
These things happen.
[ Cisco sits up, grinning from ear to ear. He at least has the courtesy to wait until Harry's got his arms free before he is dragging his own arm across the surface of the balls, sending a shower of them flying in Harry's direction. The whole point is that he should be able to retaliate, too. ]
[ Harrison pulls his arm up to block most of the balls sent flying his way, shooting a dirty look in Cisco's direction. But there's no heat there, nothing that would indicate that he's genuinely angry. Because he's not, despite what he may say or do. He can tell by now when Cisco's trying to help in his own way; this is one of those times.
So instead, he lets out a huff and swipes a few back at him — nothing too abrupt that he wouldn't be able to block. Maybe he was behaving like he was fifty-two going on five, but that seemed to be the point and that was okay. It was . . . nice, in a way, to let go and cut loose with a friend. ]
Yeah. I bet.
[ And maybe he'd be able to dunk him under a sea of balls if he was lucky, who knows. ]
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You should tryyy ittt.
[ He draws out the words, coaxing and amused. Cisco even picks up one of the balls and lobs it softly at Harry's leg. It bounces off, just above his knee, and Cisco picks up another, clearly aiming to do the same thing over again, and perhaps again and again until he annoys Harry into doing more than just standing there. ]
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Don't push your luck.
[ He'd come into the pit. They didn't have to go crazy or anything. ]
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[ But Cisco isn't going to waste his time cajoling too much. He tosses another couple of the balls before rolling his eyes and getting back to his feet, only to take another dive into the pit, this one considerably less graceful than the last. He ends up nearly running into Harry's legs and laughing his head off. ]
Oops.
[ And then the temptation is just too much. It's not like Cisco knocks Harry over, exactly. Nothing as violent as that. He just... intentionally destabilizes the area around Harry's feet, very abruptly, in an attempt to make him fall. Like any good friend would. ]
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Ramon—!
[ There's irritation and then there's genuine anger. This, fortunately, is the former and not the latter, which is extremely evident by the annoyed look on Harrison's face when he surfaces, glaring daggers over in Cisco's direction.
God help them if they ever get him near a pool. ]
Do you have something against warning people?
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[ The 'oops' is singularly unconvincing; it's obvious Cisco meant to make him fall and doesn't regret it. His only regret is that he couldn't do it AND snap a picture at the same time. But he gets a feeling that sending Caitlin and Barry and Jesse an action shot of Harry toppling into a ball-pit might be the straw the breaks the camel's back. He doesn't want Harry actually mad at him. So he'll just have to preserve this moment in his memory, instead. ]
These things happen.
[ Cisco sits up, grinning from ear to ear. He at least has the courtesy to wait until Harry's got his arms free before he is dragging his own arm across the surface of the balls, sending a shower of them flying in Harry's direction. The whole point is that he should be able to retaliate, too. ]
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So instead, he lets out a huff and swipes a few back at him — nothing too abrupt that he wouldn't be able to block. Maybe he was behaving like he was fifty-two going on five, but that seemed to be the point and that was okay. It was . . . nice, in a way, to let go and cut loose with a friend. ]
Yeah. I bet.
[ And maybe he'd be able to dunk him under a sea of balls if he was lucky, who knows. ]