[Oh, Fern. Varian likes the growling. It's nowhere near the deterrent you think it is. He finds it endearing as all hell. His smile grows a little at the sound, before he swings a leg over the window frame, pulling himself out. He wanders over to Fern, clearly looking very pleased with himself. ]
See? Was that so hard? You could have put yourself out of your misery ages ago.
[He pulls out another salt cellar from one of his many secret pockets and at least this one does have the neutralising formula in it. He shakes it on the miserable pile of sticky goop and grass boyfriend that's on the ground in front of him and the chemical does its job - look, it even neutralising the itching powder, so kind of him. ]
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See? Was that so hard? You could have put yourself out of your misery ages ago.
[He pulls out another salt cellar from one of his many secret pockets and at least this one does have the neutralising formula in it. He shakes it on the miserable pile of sticky goop and grass boyfriend that's on the ground in front of him and the chemical does its job - look, it even neutralising the itching powder, so kind of him. ]
Theeeere you go.