[No sooner is the box out than John sits up to stare at it, tail flicking. He licks some of the catnip off of his hand and then takes another roll in it before pushing himself up to a crouch. It only takes John a few moments to mentally calculate the distance, and then he's springing toward the box. He lands partway in and sends it skittering as he gets the rest of the way in and settles so that he can stare up at Sherlock and blink slowly.]
Is this what cocaine feels like? S'good. Like... a buzz, but I'm not tired.
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[No sooner is the box out than John sits up to stare at it, tail flicking. He licks some of the catnip off of his hand and then takes another roll in it before pushing himself up to a crouch. It only takes John a few moments to mentally calculate the distance, and then he's springing toward the box. He lands partway in and sends it skittering as he gets the rest of the way in and settles so that he can stare up at Sherlock and blink slowly.]
Is this what cocaine feels like? S'good. Like... a buzz, but I'm not tired.