[Jaskier gives a great big huff. Oh, now he's started him, and he'll have to sit here and hear about all the merits of horses, which are stinky, placid beasts. He doesn't mind them, but the stench of horse has never been a favorite --
He looks over. Surely is is the drink, and that Jaskier indulges in it so realistically, letting it sweep through his body in the most realistic way, that makes his eyes appear so watery.
A fine travelling companion.
He knows what Geralt is saying. And it is such a silly desire, for a bard such as him. He who has made Geralt's name over a multitude of times. Who has more than carved himself a place in the world -- or at least, on the Continent.
Jaskier smiles, and he leans his shoulder against Geralt's.]
You've really got to stop talking about bloody horses all the time. It's not attractive at all.
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He looks over. Surely is is the drink, and that Jaskier indulges in it so realistically, letting it sweep through his body in the most realistic way, that makes his eyes appear so watery.
A fine travelling companion.
He knows what Geralt is saying. And it is such a silly desire, for a bard such as him. He who has made Geralt's name over a multitude of times. Who has more than carved himself a place in the world -- or at least, on the Continent.
Jaskier smiles, and he leans his shoulder against Geralt's.]
You've really got to stop talking about bloody horses all the time. It's not attractive at all.