[ Like Himeka, the striped wolverine makes Geralt think—for a split second—that Rocket is somehow hiding in this man's shirt, but the creature doesn't curse at Istredd for flinging gelatinous substances without restraint.
Then he realizes this animal is. Is it the same—? How the fuck has it...?
He's rarely stunned into sheer distraction, but the circumstances have lined up as such that he doesn't realize Istredd is childish enough to make a second attempt at throwing goop. (That's his mistake; he should've known. There's a reason Istredd and Lucifer are a pair.) He catches the stray bits in his hair and over his jacket.
He's been covered in worse. This is Lucifer's doing, somehow. Not that Lucifer has specifically done anything. Just, there seems to be an inordinate amount of fucking about every time the stars align so that he and Lucifer are in the same vicinity during some diplomatic event in another nation.
There are new arrivals. His cue to exit, which he does with a pat on Istredd's shoulder. Congratulations on your grand heroics; you're doing swimmingly. ]
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Then he realizes this animal is. Is it the same—? How the fuck has it...?
He's rarely stunned into sheer distraction, but the circumstances have lined up as such that he doesn't realize Istredd is childish enough to make a second attempt at throwing goop. (That's his mistake; he should've known. There's a reason Istredd and Lucifer are a pair.) He catches the stray bits in his hair and over his jacket.
He's been covered in worse. This is Lucifer's doing, somehow. Not that Lucifer has specifically done anything. Just, there seems to be an inordinate amount of fucking about every time the stars align so that he and Lucifer are in the same vicinity during some diplomatic event in another nation.
There are new arrivals. His cue to exit, which he does with a pat on Istredd's shoulder. Congratulations on your grand heroics; you're doing swimmingly. ]