[ The sole indicator that Geralt has lost some of his edge to liquor is that he doesn't hear Jaskier arriving. More accurately, he hears the footsteps and the creaking, but fails to make the connection that one, Jaskier is walking up the stairs and thus towards the roof where he and Alucard are conducting the experiment; and two, the cloud of bats would likely startle the bard and Geralt should preemptively warn Alucard to prevent...
This.
His head snaps up, bat still clutched in one hand. With the other, he snatches the flying wreath before it sails right over the ledge.
Shit. He stares at Alucard, a deep frown marring his forehead. It's. All right, it could be worse given their previous conversation about dismemberment, but he has to wonder if Alucard might've preferred to lose a limb as opposed to chunks of his hair.
His gaze cuts back to the squirming bat in his hand. That answers that.
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This.
His head snaps up, bat still clutched in one hand. With the other, he snatches the flying wreath before it sails right over the ledge.
Shit. He stares at Alucard, a deep frown marring his forehead. It's. All right, it could be worse given their previous conversation about dismemberment, but he has to wonder if Alucard might've preferred to lose a limb as opposed to chunks of his hair.
His gaze cuts back to the squirming bat in his hand. That answers that.
He sighs. ]