[Waver takes the wet ones and starts blotting at the speed of well, a very panicked Waver. He's ignored the smirk in all of his panic, and he's almost singularly focused as he cleans up.]
Dry ones, please.
[His nose nearly against the cushions, he just holds up his free hand.]
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[Waver takes the wet ones and starts blotting at the speed of well, a very panicked Waver. He's ignored the smirk in all of his panic, and he's almost singularly focused as he cleans up.]
Dry ones, please.
[His nose nearly against the cushions, he just holds up his free hand.]