[Ah, he's done that thing where he's said too much, hasn't he? Well, fuck it. Even on a good day (which today is certainly not), Jaskier never has much interest in being deceptive.
It's only -- wait, why is he sitting back down.
Jaskier wrinkles his nose.] I can handle my wine fine, thank you. I'm sure my liver is... quite liver-y.
[It's only half a protest, though. He could get up and get more himself, but Alucard has a point. The more he drinks, the more pathetic he's bound to become. And he does not want to be pathetic. Even if he's not feeling in very tip-top shape.
At least he has a hat. And a bird. That's two more things than he had before.]
Whatever version...? I don't, unsurprisingly, spend much time hanging about cemeteries. Except when I'm filling them with plants against their owners' will, apparently. [Which he has not been doing for a while now. He should go check on them. Surely the cactus is fine, or Alucard would tell him otherwise. What of the blackberry bushes...? They should be fine. Yennefer's, ah, method of fixing his magic was undeniably fruitful.] Oh, you mean less literally. A sort of project which I entirely engross myself into in order to push away the darkness beginning to bark and claw at the edges of my mind? Mmm. [He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. Not much to do with them now he hasn't a drink.] Had one. A good one, even. Can't do it here, however.
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It's only -- wait, why is he sitting back down.
Jaskier wrinkles his nose.] I can handle my wine fine, thank you. I'm sure my liver is... quite liver-y.
[It's only half a protest, though. He could get up and get more himself, but Alucard has a point. The more he drinks, the more pathetic he's bound to become. And he does not want to be pathetic. Even if he's not feeling in very tip-top shape.
At least he has a hat. And a bird. That's two more things than he had before.]
Whatever version...? I don't, unsurprisingly, spend much time hanging about cemeteries. Except when I'm filling them with plants against their owners' will, apparently. [Which he has not been doing for a while now. He should go check on them. Surely the cactus is fine, or Alucard would tell him otherwise. What of the blackberry bushes...? They should be fine. Yennefer's, ah, method of fixing his magic was undeniably fruitful.] Oh, you mean less literally. A sort of project which I entirely engross myself into in order to push away the darkness beginning to bark and claw at the edges of my mind? Mmm. [He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. Not much to do with them now he hasn't a drink.] Had one. A good one, even. Can't do it here, however.