[Wow no, the growling is supposed to be threatening and scary!! Not endearing, never endearing. That's super rude. All of this is super rude, and Fern lets out another garbled little growl at all the smarm. He doesn't start calming down until Varian has shaken the solution onto him - once the sticky goop dissolves he frantically starts scratching, trying to get the neutraliser in between his grass blades.
After a couple minutes the itchiness fades, leaving him lying there like a sad little loser lump on the ground.]
You're evil. One hundred percent evil.
[Have the most adorably salty glare ever, boyfriendo.]
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After a couple minutes the itchiness fades, leaving him lying there like a sad little loser lump on the ground.]
You're evil. One hundred percent evil.
[Have the most adorably salty glare ever, boyfriendo.]