[Jaskier blinks. If it was embarrassing, he doesn't feel the man should be compelled to be looking into people's trash for... actually, he's not quite sure anymore. If he's not hungry, or bored -- apparently -- then he's...
Fucking odd is what he is.
However, Castiel has chosen the exact wrong person to ask this very serious question to, because he looks over the man in the alley with a very perceptive eye, deciding that, yes, this is information he probably needs.] I didn't mean it that way, but when you phrase it as a question? Yes. I would trust a bard over a mage any day. [His preferences may have been touched by recent events, but -- let's be honest, no one should be trusting mages nor sorceresses on word alone.] No, no service. Charity. You look rather poor.
[LOOK, HE ASKED.]
I suppose you could return it to me in exchange for a song. [That's a joke, and his tone clearly indicates so. He circles back to the question from before.] Also, you wouldn't look terrible with... perhaps a bit of a goatee? A feathered hat to hide that... [He gestures to Castiel's hair.] Muss. And a well-tailored coat. I'm thinking... blue. Ah, yes! A dark navy blue. Very suitable for your skin tone.
[You know, at least from what he can tell by the glow of the bird on his shoulder. Which imitates Casitel's head tilt right back at him.
You may ask what sort of man would give fashion advice to someone he met in an alleyway, in the middle of the night, digging through rubbish.
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Fucking odd is what he is.
However, Castiel has chosen the exact wrong person to ask this very serious question to, because he looks over the man in the alley with a very perceptive eye, deciding that, yes, this is information he probably needs.] I didn't mean it that way, but when you phrase it as a question? Yes. I would trust a bard over a mage any day. [His preferences may have been touched by recent events, but -- let's be honest, no one should be trusting mages nor sorceresses on word alone.] No, no service. Charity. You look rather poor.
[LOOK, HE ASKED.]
I suppose you could return it to me in exchange for a song. [That's a joke, and his tone clearly indicates so. He circles back to the question from before.] Also, you wouldn't look terrible with... perhaps a bit of a goatee? A feathered hat to hide that... [He gestures to Castiel's hair.] Muss. And a well-tailored coat. I'm thinking... blue. Ah, yes! A dark navy blue. Very suitable for your skin tone.
[You know, at least from what he can tell by the glow of the bird on his shoulder. Which imitates Casitel's head tilt right back at him.
You may ask what sort of man would give fashion advice to someone he met in an alleyway, in the middle of the night, digging through rubbish.
Jaskier is exactly that man.]