[ The scent is not familiar, given they'd never met anywhere outside the cells, but the voice? That foreign drawl's hard to forget. The table is not, in fact, bolted down at all. It tips for a second before Geralt catches it by the edge with a movement that's maybe too fast to be human.
He doesn't look over throughout the entire thing, though his gaze does slide across for a moment. The table steadies. If Majima wants a seat, Geralt won't stop him, but he isn't making an invitation. Still a friendly enough reception, coming from him. ]
Certainly suits you.
[ In more ways than one. Hard to miss that fragrance, barely masking what's underneath. Geralt doesn't blink twice. Most people here smell of blood or piss some way or another. It's working fine for him, too. Few look at him here. He hates the smog, misses the fresh air of the woods, but it matters little because at least he can walk around whenever he wants. ]
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He doesn't look over throughout the entire thing, though his gaze does slide across for a moment. The table steadies. If Majima wants a seat, Geralt won't stop him, but he isn't making an invitation. Still a friendly enough reception, coming from him. ]
Certainly suits you.
[ In more ways than one. Hard to miss that fragrance, barely masking what's underneath. Geralt doesn't blink twice. Most people here smell of blood or piss some way or another. It's working fine for him, too. Few look at him here. He hates the smog, misses the fresh air of the woods, but it matters little because at least he can walk around whenever he wants. ]