Could've mentioned it earlier. [Jaskier grumbles in lieu of I'm glad to hear it,, even though he is. He steps out of his trousers, moving to sink into the water. The frail curls of steam are encouraging, and the water is still quite warm as it rises around his skin.
If there is anything to appreciate about this world, it's their ability to move hot water without the use of maids. (Though he does miss the maids a bit.)
He sighs, pushing one of Geralt's legs with his own to make room, until he's in the water as deep as he can be. For a bit, he simply wants to soak. (Maybe it's a bit better with company.)
Jaskier cracks open an eye.] What? [He cups some water in a hand, dribbling down his neck.] Is that some sort of metaphor? If you're seeing bubbles, they're coming out of your ass.
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If there is anything to appreciate about this world, it's their ability to move hot water without the use of maids. (Though he does miss the maids a bit.)
He sighs, pushing one of Geralt's legs with his own to make room, until he's in the water as deep as he can be. For a bit, he simply wants to soak. (Maybe it's a bit better with company.)
Jaskier cracks open an eye.] What? [He cups some water in a hand, dribbling down his neck.] Is that some sort of metaphor? If you're seeing bubbles, they're coming out of your ass.