[ Always optimistic, Geralt is - in that shitty, doomsday way. He turns and reaches up to 'inspect' her hair, which is mostly just an excuse for pawing in a fashion he thinks will make her laugh. But they're all in here to smell less like sewage, so it can't hurt.
They can't stay in here forever, though. Unsurprisingly, there's a high turnover rate, even without rushing anyone. By the time they're up and fishing for clean but threadbare towels, Geralt is squeaky and fresh and oddly pink, which is just something that happens when peopel without real pigment in their skin get out of hot water. Blue veins stand out starkly on the insides of his arms and over his hipbones, on his throat, looking particularly ghoulish. ]
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[ Always optimistic, Geralt is - in that shitty, doomsday way. He turns and reaches up to 'inspect' her hair, which is mostly just an excuse for pawing in a fashion he thinks will make her laugh. But they're all in here to smell less like sewage, so it can't hurt.
They can't stay in here forever, though. Unsurprisingly, there's a high turnover rate, even without rushing anyone. By the time they're up and fishing for clean but threadbare towels, Geralt is squeaky and fresh and oddly pink, which is just something that happens when peopel without real pigment in their skin get out of hot water. Blue veins stand out starkly on the insides of his arms and over his hipbones, on his throat, looking particularly ghoulish. ]
Got plans with the dignitaries?