[ It feels good. Geralt lets his shoulders relax, head tipped into her hands, zoning out a little. Things like this are the just the right cross-section of practical and intimate to really get him like an overgrown satisfied housecat, who just wants to curl up and be pet. ]
Hmmn? [ What? Using his brain? Now? ]
I dunno, I look weird. I should just make friends with somebody who can glamour my face for a few hours here and there.
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Hmmn? [ What? Using his brain? Now? ]
I dunno, I look weird. I should just make friends with somebody who can glamour my face for a few hours here and there.
[ He certainly can't do it. ]