[Jaskier opens his eyes to the floor underneath his table vibrating, which is very disorienting, by the way, when you're three bottles in. He looks up to see the chandelier is swaying back and forth, and there's this soft, pathetic little whimpering noise that, as he raises to sit up, he realizes is coming from Moglad. Moglad, who is hiding underneath a table with his paws over his head.]
Is the earth cracking, Moglad? [He asks, pushing himself to his feet with an annoyed grunt. In the fucking Horizon? Well, it's just his luck. He's only built the place, might as well crack it in half or something --
He turns around, just barely ducking out of Lukasz's snap at his hair, to.
What he's pretty sure is some sort of living wall of muscle and. Arms. Oh, those are arms. Is his vision blurring? Yes. It must be. Considering the number of them.
He flinches and Moglad lets out a tiny kupooooo... Wonderful. Now there's glass all over his floor. Wonderful.]
Well. By all means, help yourself. [He rubs his eyes. No, there's definitely still too many arms.] If you're going to take my drink, the least you can do is not smash the bottles all over the bloody floor. What, were you raised in a barn?
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Is the earth cracking, Moglad? [He asks, pushing himself to his feet with an annoyed grunt. In the fucking Horizon? Well, it's just his luck. He's only built the place, might as well crack it in half or something --
He turns around, just barely ducking out of Lukasz's snap at his hair, to.
What he's pretty sure is some sort of living wall of muscle and. Arms. Oh, those are arms. Is his vision blurring? Yes. It must be. Considering the number of them.
He flinches and Moglad lets out a tiny kupooooo... Wonderful. Now there's glass all over his floor. Wonderful.]
Well. By all means, help yourself. [He rubs his eyes. No, there's definitely still too many arms.] If you're going to take my drink, the least you can do is not smash the bottles all over the bloody floor. What, were you raised in a barn?