[ God it's everywhere. He scrubs at his face and flicks the excess away, tries to comb his hands through his hair to free that up but it just keeps massing together like a non-newtonian fluid, going just solid enough to cling to him and just fluid enough to prevent removal. A solid, almost violent flick of a hand after a solid palmful had been collected is let loose-
Unfortunately it's let loose in Peridot's direction. Whoops. ]
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Unfortunately it's let loose in Peridot's direction. Whoops. ]