[ Ozpin's fingers hover over a reflexive No. But he considers.
Stanford is their local expert, and this is not the first time Ozpin has found himself betrayed by tea, or cocoa, or candy. Deerington seems to favor puzzles that have solutions. If there is actually a way to resolve this more neatly than by waiting it out, Stanford may know what it is, and that would be useful knowledge to gain. ]
Possibly, though I find it unlikely. Something I drank seems to have had a sudden and unusual effect.
It's not unlike the effect you witnessed at the hotel ball.
[ His body had been quite abruptly changed then, too, in just as thorough and categorical a way. He had genuinely been less ruffled by that shift than this one. Perhaps he'd be able to take this one in stride, too, if his antlers weren't such a particular shape and didn't itch so feverishly. ]
That situation resolved within a day, and I suspect this will be similar. If there is another way to dispel the magic, I'm unaware of such a cure.
[ Enchanted foodstuff, huh? Ozpin is correct that it's not likely that Ford has a solution, but he does have some ideas. And the transformation at the hotel had been a not even slightly unpleasant thing to deal with. This one is obviously a bit more disruptive than that if Ozpin is going so far as to cancel the date, but memories of that pleasant evening spent talking and dancing leave Ford feeling confident that even if he can't fix the problem, he can handle whatever it is. ]
I can't promise any solutions, but I know a few things that might help.
If you're willing to try I can still come over.
[ It's not like he had anything else planned, and it's not like Ozpin isn't a good conversation partner. ]
[ In the end, he doesn't have to consider it for long. This might be uncomfortable only insofar as Ozpin is uncomfortable with it, for reasons he is not eager to go into.
Then again, Deerington would give him antlers and have him shed velvet on the same day. But a brief visit from Stanford doesn't need to coincide with that; he can continue rubbing away the itch only gently and biting his lip through it. He'd hated this thousands of years ago and he hates it again now. ]
[ Well if Ozpin is still agreeing to meeting with him, it's probably not actually debilitating or embarrassing. It's likely just inconvenient, in that case. ]
I'll be over when we originally planned, then. Is there anything I should bring besides my supplies?
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Stanford is their local expert, and this is not the first time Ozpin has found himself betrayed by tea, or cocoa, or candy. Deerington seems to favor puzzles that have solutions. If there is actually a way to resolve this more neatly than by waiting it out, Stanford may know what it is, and that would be useful knowledge to gain. ]
Possibly, though I find it unlikely. Something I drank seems to have had a sudden and unusual effect.
It's not unlike the effect you witnessed at the hotel ball.
[ His body had been quite abruptly changed then, too, in just as thorough and categorical a way. He had genuinely been less ruffled by that shift than this one. Perhaps he'd be able to take this one in stride, too, if his antlers weren't such a particular shape and didn't itch so feverishly. ]
That situation resolved within a day, and I suspect this will be similar. If there is another way to dispel the magic, I'm unaware of such a cure.
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I can't promise any solutions, but I know a few things that might help.
If you're willing to try I can still come over.
[ It's not like he had anything else planned, and it's not like Ozpin isn't a good conversation partner. ]
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Then again, Deerington would give him antlers and have him shed velvet on the same day. But a brief visit from Stanford doesn't need to coincide with that; he can continue rubbing away the itch only gently and biting his lip through it. He'd hated this thousands of years ago and he hates it again now. ]
All right.
Come over anytime.
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I'll be over when we originally planned, then. Is there anything I should bring besides my supplies?
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[ In the meantime, he will rub at the constant itch, avoid mirrors, and endure it. ]