[ and yet, doesn’t seem to weigh into castiel’s urge to follow whatever recommendations dean gives him, something he doesn’t entirely understand about himself. ‘Taste’ is a subjective thing, and while fashion often makes a heavy influence on social interaction, it hasn’t been much consequence to him yet, until this Cadens. Fitting in here would make many things easier, and safer, for both of them.
Cas’s eyes widen at the next few coins dropped into his palm, and he beams a smile at the bard. ] Thank you, Jaskier. I won’t forget your kindness.
[ his hand closes around the coins, pulling it back against his person, like he intends to hold tight to it until the hat shop opens in several hours. That list of proclamations Jaskier wants him to make is... certainly a list. He murmurs in concentration, repeating the words to himself, like etching it into memory. ]
Of course. However, my influence is limited here, I’m recently— [ he nearly says ‘Summoned’, before recalling what the monster slayer Ciri told him. Clearing his throat, he starts again, though it sounds a bit stilted, recited. ] I’m from afar.
[ Cas is an awkward and shitty liar. ]
No tan... [ a little dismayed, but he’s heard fashion demands sacrifice. ] Yes, if you insist it’s best.
no subject
[ and yet, doesn’t seem to weigh into castiel’s urge to follow whatever recommendations dean gives him, something he doesn’t entirely understand about himself. ‘Taste’ is a subjective thing, and while fashion often makes a heavy influence on social interaction, it hasn’t been much consequence to him yet, until this Cadens. Fitting in here would make many things easier, and safer, for both of them.
Cas’s eyes widen at the next few coins dropped into his palm, and he beams a smile at the bard. ] Thank you, Jaskier. I won’t forget your kindness.
[ his hand closes around the coins, pulling it back against his person, like he intends to hold tight to it until the hat shop opens in several hours. That list of proclamations Jaskier wants him to make is... certainly a list. He murmurs in concentration, repeating the words to himself, like etching it into memory. ]
Of course. However, my influence is limited here, I’m recently— [ he nearly says ‘Summoned’, before recalling what the monster slayer Ciri told him. Clearing his throat, he starts again, though it sounds a bit stilted, recited. ] I’m from afar.
[ Cas is an awkward and shitty liar. ]
No tan... [ a little dismayed, but he’s heard fashion demands sacrifice. ] Yes, if you insist it’s best.