[ He had vague designs of arriving a little less damp, but the Horizon's temperamental skies had other plans. He probably smells like wet earth and leather and fumes from the motorbike. At least his hair is free of unusual substances this time.
His lips curl. Hm. It's good to see John relax again. ]
If you want to carry me, [ Geralt starts to follow John up the stairs, ] I need to be courted a little more.
[ As they walk, he takes in the corridors, the decorations or rugs that might be there. Who else would be here back home? Friends and family? Fellow soldiers? Maybe what calls to him about this place is the sense that it was created for a brotherhood, of sorts. A refuge away from the world.
His eyes wander to the back of John's head. The ribbon holding the man's hair practically begs to be pulled on.
He refrains. For now.
They approach the room. Geralt crosses the threshold, reaching up to undo the clasp of his cloak. ]
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His lips curl. Hm. It's good to see John relax again. ]
If you want to carry me, [ Geralt starts to follow John up the stairs, ] I need to be courted a little more.
[ As they walk, he takes in the corridors, the decorations or rugs that might be there. Who else would be here back home? Friends and family? Fellow soldiers? Maybe what calls to him about this place is the sense that it was created for a brotherhood, of sorts. A refuge away from the world.
His eyes wander to the back of John's head. The ribbon holding the man's hair practically begs to be pulled on.
He refrains. For now.
They approach the room. Geralt crosses the threshold, reaching up to undo the clasp of his cloak. ]