deep inside your ocean, searching for the air to breathe;

[bravers]

WHO: Cloud Strife, Geralt of Rivia, Aerith, Goro, and Sam Wilson!
WHAT: January things.
WHERE: The Free Cities, the desert, and the Horizon.
WHEN: January!
WARNINGS: None yet!

Comments

[bravers]

Same thing, ain't it?

[He can't help but show his ignorance. Because honestly? In his experience, at least, a mercenary tended to be tasked with all kinds of things. Fetchquests especially. And despite Geralt's easy correction to his assumption, his lack of explanation means it is certainly a question.

But. He says he's not, so-]

Hunter, then.

[And... yeah.
A small snort of faint amusement comes from him at Geralt's second statement, and really? The more impressionable part of him might be just that. Impressed.

He might also be noting that response to use for the future- If he managed to get back to his world, and someone tried to stiff him on payment. Impressed as he is, the sound is brief. Followed up, immediately, by his head lowering, and his gaze moving away from the little camp. And...]

Look, I gotta go.

[Awkwardly, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and tosses the bag of processed food his way.]

...Take it. Tastes like shit- but I guess it might come in useful for when hunting's bad.

[An even more awkward silence, and...]

Take care, alright?