[He already knows no's the answer. Or -- as Nero grins back at it -- fuck off. He's startin' to really get Geralt's full vocabulary over here. Though considering about 25 percent of it is some variation of "fuck," it's not too hard to learn.
Nero retakes his seat like nothing's happened, propping one foot on the other knee as he leans in. One hit's gotta be enough for him, right? Either that, or he's gonna be helping Geralt nurse some lightning burns.
He doesn't worry. It's enough watching Geralt work. It's cool. There's no fucking around. No playing. Just him determining what is the most efficient. It's not Nero's way, but he can acknowledge it looks pretty badass from the outside. It's not the first time he's seen it, but he feels like... yeah, maybe if he watches it enough, he can pick some stuff up.
He makes a gory mess of things and comes out of it hot and stinking of demon blood, but he won. Handily, too.
no subject
Nero retakes his seat like nothing's happened, propping one foot on the other knee as he leans in. One hit's gotta be enough for him, right? Either that, or he's gonna be helping Geralt nurse some lightning burns.
He doesn't worry. It's enough watching Geralt work. It's cool. There's no fucking around. No playing. Just him determining what is the most efficient. It's not Nero's way, but he can acknowledge it looks pretty badass from the outside. It's not the first time he's seen it, but he feels like... yeah, maybe if he watches it enough, he can pick some stuff up.
He makes a gory mess of things and comes out of it hot and stinking of demon blood, but he won. Handily, too.
Shadow bats the head away, tail swinging.
Nero holds out a fist.] Pretty sick, old man.