[ Ciri stares at her, taking her hand back slowly. She blinks, the gears in her head turning practically audibly as she tries to figure out why Julie is making a face like that, repeating roach, roach like it's some sort of bad word or horrifying concept.
For a few moments, Ciri's not sure whether she should be offended on Geralt's behalf or what, blank-faced at Julie in bafflement.
And then, it seems to click. Roach. Like a cockroach.
Ciri opens her mouth to explain, to correct her, trying to imagine what Julie is thinking right now. But instead of words, an odd, wheezing noise escapes her. And then a snort.
And then she's laughing, with a bright edge of hysteria, gripping the bar and gasping for breath trying to stop. There are tears in her eyes, and her stomach hurts, and it's like a dam inside her has broken at last with this final, inane, absolutely ludicrous last straw.
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For a few moments, Ciri's not sure whether she should be offended on Geralt's behalf or what, blank-faced at Julie in bafflement.
And then, it seems to click. Roach. Like a cockroach.
Ciri opens her mouth to explain, to correct her, trying to imagine what Julie is thinking right now. But instead of words, an odd, wheezing noise escapes her. And then a snort.
And then she's laughing, with a bright edge of hysteria, gripping the bar and gasping for breath trying to stop. There are tears in her eyes, and her stomach hurts, and it's like a dam inside her has broken at last with this final, inane, absolutely ludicrous last straw.
It's simply. Way too much to process all at once.
All you, Jaskier. Ciri.exe has stopped working. ]