[ He may have to take that as a compliment. Alucard must be the first person to accuse him of having a sense of humour in a while. Years, at least.
He catches the crackling out of the air and crunches it between his teeth. It's good crackling, and he does not waste food. And because Geralt can also be something rather of a shitheel himself. Grew up surrounded by them. ]
Yes. In numerical years. [ He's only teasing, a bit. But it did make a hell of a lot more sense once he realized Alucard was a mere twenty summers old. Twenty-one at this juncture? Been some time since that revelation. ] Now I understand why you and Jaskier get along like peas in a fucking pod.
[ Jaskier, who does not act his age in years, nor does he look it. Youth comes in all forms. ]
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He catches the crackling out of the air and crunches it between his teeth. It's good crackling, and he does not waste food. And because Geralt can also be something rather of a shitheel himself. Grew up surrounded by them. ]
Yes. In numerical years. [ He's only teasing, a bit. But it did make a hell of a lot more sense once he realized Alucard was a mere twenty summers old. Twenty-one at this juncture? Been some time since that revelation. ] Now I understand why you and Jaskier get along like peas in a fucking pod.
[ Jaskier, who does not act his age in years, nor does he look it. Youth comes in all forms. ]