[Just about the least surprising thing of the past day is finding Geralt on the roof of the home they've all taken over once he realized Geralt wasn't inside anymore. With the shake of liquid, he looks up with a sigh.
It is not that Jaskier is incapable of climbing a roof. Perhaps he doesn't look it, but he has a bit of spider-wit in him. He's climbed plenty of roofs. Climbed out of windows. Through windows. Over doors. Down lattices. A man has to be quite spry and quick when he's -- romancing the butcher's wife.
Only the one time.
But things have changed. Jaskier gives Geralt a little shake of his head, and is still while something like a tree branch begins to grow under his boots. It spreads, creating a small leaf-like platform, that slowly rises him through the air. Much safer than that thing Thancred called an elevator.
He steps off of it onto the roof next to Geralt. The epitome of work smarter, not harder. And though he has used much of his magic, it still sparks and pulls at him with a desire to be used. (And he plans on sleeping for a full day when they return home.)]
Are we getting drunk on purpose, or for the fun of it? [Note that he doesn't wait for the answer before taking the bottle and a long swig. He hisses.] Oh, that's. That's shit. Must not make much coin hunting if he can't even afford suitable whisky.
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It is not that Jaskier is incapable of climbing a roof. Perhaps he doesn't look it, but he has a bit of spider-wit in him. He's climbed plenty of roofs. Climbed out of windows. Through windows. Over doors. Down lattices. A man has to be quite spry and quick when he's -- romancing the butcher's wife.
Only the one time.
But things have changed. Jaskier gives Geralt a little shake of his head, and is still while something like a tree branch begins to grow under his boots. It spreads, creating a small leaf-like platform, that slowly rises him through the air. Much safer than that thing Thancred called an elevator.
He steps off of it onto the roof next to Geralt. The epitome of work smarter, not harder. And though he has used much of his magic, it still sparks and pulls at him with a desire to be used. (And he plans on sleeping for a full day when they return home.)]
Are we getting drunk on purpose, or for the fun of it? [Note that he doesn't wait for the answer before taking the bottle and a long swig. He hisses.] Oh, that's. That's shit. Must not make much coin hunting if he can't even afford suitable whisky.