Oi! What are you being such a dick for? [He pulls at his wrist, going back to his scrubbing. It's not as if he's ever really been afraid of Geralt -- and he certainly isn't now -- but something about the intensity of his gaze and his probing questions leaves Jaskier feeling uneasy. Normally he wouldn't be much bothered by this, but the drink in him definitely leaves him a bit off-kilter and, if anything, makes the shift in his stomach even more apparent.
Geralt does not insist things like this. What, is he making fun of him? Because he knows one fucking spell? Ah, what about a second spell that's just about as useless! There's a spike in Jaskier's heart, and he can't quite tell if it's annoyance or anxiousness. The former certainly is more probable.] I'm trying to relax, not get a bunch of shit from you for trying to learn something --
[There's a snapping. It feels like one, to him, at least; and when he feels it, he knows it's somehow familiar. A snap, like a twang in his head, and he stares at Geralt as something green peeks through the white of his hair. The green curls out, tendrils looping tightly. Small purple flowers bloom at the tip.]
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Geralt does not insist things like this. What, is he making fun of him? Because he knows one fucking spell? Ah, what about a second spell that's just about as useless! There's a spike in Jaskier's heart, and he can't quite tell if it's annoyance or anxiousness. The former certainly is more probable.] I'm trying to relax, not get a bunch of shit from you for trying to learn something --
[There's a snapping. It feels like one, to him, at least; and when he feels it, he knows it's somehow familiar. A snap, like a twang in his head, and he stares at Geralt as something green peeks through the white of his hair. The green curls out, tendrils looping tightly. Small purple flowers bloom at the tip.]
I --
[He isn't sure what to say. Was that...?
The vine reaches for him.]
Oh. Fuck me.