[ Geralt idly pushes Jaskier's hand beelining for his face away. When will Jaskier stop trying to do that to him? He's blaming it on the ears. It makes him look. Unthreatening. (Jaskier has never found him threatening, he's well aware, because Jaskier has no sense of self-preservation.)
For inspiration. He snorts. That's one way to term it. ] You've more than enough inspiration most days, Jaskier.
[ He tops up Jaskier's drink nonetheless, as it starts to run dry. In fairness, he's still...having a decent go of it. This is him truthfully having a nice time, or else he'd not be here at all in the first place. But he is, and he's indulging in too much liquor, and he's still wearing the ears and tail. There are worse places to be.
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For inspiration. He snorts. That's one way to term it. ] You've more than enough inspiration most days, Jaskier.
[ He tops up Jaskier's drink nonetheless, as it starts to run dry. In fairness, he's still...having a decent go of it. This is him truthfully having a nice time, or else he'd not be here at all in the first place. But he is, and he's indulging in too much liquor, and he's still wearing the ears and tail. There are worse places to be.
And worse company to be in. ]