[ Having somewhat agreed to attend before Jaskier and Ciri ever had to convince him, Geralt should not entirely blame this on either of them. And yet. He will. Because he feels as fucking ridiculous as he most likely looks. He's attended masquerades before. He can put up with the formality of a masked outfit, even if it annoys him. This is—not that. It's the outfit of one who might be part of a troupe rolling through town.
Still. It's made Ciri laugh and it's apparently required. So he's wearing it, fluffy white wolf ears and tail and all. It helps everyone appears dressed to a roughly equal degree of absurdity: tails, horns, capes.
Though speaking of absurdity. Even over the pounding music (how is it that loud?) that's giving him a damn headache, he can hear Jaskier sidle up behind him. And while he does not know why there's a tail snaking across his hip, Geralt snatches it in his hand on instinct, spinning around to stare at the bard. Who is now—
—Oh, for fuck's sake.
He lets go of the tail. Really? He sighs. His eyes travel down the length of Jaskier's body, and then back up. (It is deeply irritating that Jaskier has made himself into a startlingly accurate image of a succubus, which means he has listened to some of the things Geralt tells him.) ]
Jaskier, you're hurting me by forcing me to look upon this nonsense.
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Still. It's made Ciri laugh and it's apparently required. So he's wearing it, fluffy white wolf ears and tail and all. It helps everyone appears dressed to a roughly equal degree of absurdity: tails, horns, capes.
Though speaking of absurdity. Even over the pounding music (how is it that loud?) that's giving him a damn headache, he can hear Jaskier sidle up behind him. And while he does not know why there's a tail snaking across his hip, Geralt snatches it in his hand on instinct, spinning around to stare at the bard. Who is now—
—Oh, for fuck's sake.
He lets go of the tail. Really? He sighs. His eyes travel down the length of Jaskier's body, and then back up. (It is deeply irritating that Jaskier has made himself into a startlingly accurate image of a succubus, which means he has listened to some of the things Geralt tells him.) ]
Jaskier, you're hurting me by forcing me to look upon this nonsense.