[ Jaskier comes out looking soggy and a little half-drowned. Geralt, for once, keeps it to himself, though there's a twitch in his tail that suggests he finds something about Jaskier's appearance amusing.
He shuffles his paws. He's never offered before, except in jest or as a way to tell Jaskier he needs him to sit the fuck down for a moment once in awhile. It's not as if Jaskier in the past would've ever taken him up on it.
Things have changed since. ]
In exchange for an ale or two. [ He stands up, stretching his legs. Remains to be seen, how well the lessons will stick. Worth a try, though. Besides, anything will serve as a good distraction for Jaskier right now. ] Coming back?
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He shuffles his paws. He's never offered before, except in jest or as a way to tell Jaskier he needs him to sit the fuck down for a moment once in awhile. It's not as if Jaskier in the past would've ever taken him up on it.
Things have changed since. ]
In exchange for an ale or two. [ He stands up, stretching his legs. Remains to be seen, how well the lessons will stick. Worth a try, though. Besides, anything will serve as a good distraction for Jaskier right now. ] Coming back?