[ An irritated noise comes from his throat, but as he is not a child, unlike Jaskier, he resists swatting at him as Jaskier goes through the window again. He places his hand on the small of Jaskier's back in case Jaskier slips again. Unfortunately for the bard, Geralt isn't drunk and also has all of his reflexes back. He makes it off the roof with ease.
His brows furrow. ] Fuck off.
[ It's under his breath, because Ciri is sleeping, and he'll not wake her up. He makes his way to the sectioned bath—shared, but there's no one here at this hour. It isn't the cleanest, and not near as nice as Thorne's, but there's a tub and water. It'll do.
He strips off his shirt, stepping around Jaskier as he does. His clothes land on the floor with little care. Eventually, he's going to need something sturdier—more leather—but. A hell of a lot more than the shit Thorne put them in. ]
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His brows furrow. ] Fuck off.
[ It's under his breath, because Ciri is sleeping, and he'll not wake her up. He makes his way to the sectioned bath—shared, but there's no one here at this hour. It isn't the cleanest, and not near as nice as Thorne's, but there's a tub and water. It'll do.
He strips off his shirt, stepping around Jaskier as he does. His clothes land on the floor with little care. Eventually, he's going to need something sturdier—more leather—but. A hell of a lot more than the shit Thorne put them in. ]