[ sam should have known he was getting too comfortable. every time he thinks he's got a handle on this, another term slips through the cracks and he just wants to scream.
thankfully, now it's just a matter of barking out a laugh - at himself, more than anything. okay, yes, he can see where jaskier got that. plus, he doesn't want to ruin whatever mood he may or may not have finally gotten them into for jaskier to agree to all this. ]
No, oh my god. It's a- you know. Don't worry about it. [ sam's smile is still wide, still lingers, especially as jaskier moves over to bump sam's hip. in turn, he'll press his shoulder back against jaskier as well, leaning in close so that when he pitches his voice deeper, it's only for jaskier. ] My finger-fingered lutenist. [ it's incredibly flirty, and probably crossing whatever line that is supposed to be. away from flirty and into something else. but for right now? sam doesn't really mind it. whether it be the drink or the small moments of ease he can see sneaking through jaskier's expression or a hint, a memory, of dancing in a sunlight field.
whatever it is, sam is pulling back to get up off the bench, stepping out and away from it and with the hand he's still got in jaskier's, tugging him along with him. ]
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thankfully, now it's just a matter of barking out a laugh - at himself, more than anything. okay, yes, he can see where jaskier got that. plus, he doesn't want to ruin whatever mood he may or may not have finally gotten them into for jaskier to agree to all this. ]
No, oh my god. It's a- you know. Don't worry about it. [ sam's smile is still wide, still lingers, especially as jaskier moves over to bump sam's hip. in turn, he'll press his shoulder back against jaskier as well, leaning in close so that when he pitches his voice deeper, it's only for jaskier. ] My finger-fingered lutenist. [ it's incredibly flirty, and probably crossing whatever line that is supposed to be. away from flirty and into something else. but for right now? sam doesn't really mind it. whether it be the drink or the small moments of ease he can see sneaking through jaskier's expression or a hint, a memory, of dancing in a sunlight field.
whatever it is, sam is pulling back to get up off the bench, stepping out and away from it and with the hand he's still got in jaskier's, tugging him along with him. ]
Is that really what you want to be called?