Varian watches Fern just...slice the heck out of the sticky bomb and basically own himself. He peers over the edge of the windowsill to watch Fern hit the dirt, surrounded by sticky pink goop. For a moment, at least, he doesn't fire off another bomb, instead folding his arms on the doorframe to lean out and look at his poor, downed boyfriend.]
Sorry, what were you saying? I couldn't hear you over the sound of me winning.
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Varian watches Fern just...slice the heck out of the sticky bomb and basically own himself. He peers over the edge of the windowsill to watch Fern hit the dirt, surrounded by sticky pink goop. For a moment, at least, he doesn't fire off another bomb, instead folding his arms on the doorframe to lean out and look at his poor, downed boyfriend.]
Sorry, what were you saying? I couldn't hear you over the sound of me winning.