[ Amos had caught sight of Geralt in the tavern — or at least, he thought he had, but the other man had been gone so quick that he thought maybe he'd imagined it. He'd been kinda busy trying to figure out this familiar-but-not woman he'd sat down by instead, so that one glance in the opposite direction when trying (and failing) to not stare at her hadn't made enough of an impression on him.
But whatever the hell that experience had been behind him, he's here now, body splayed out under the water and head resting back against the rocks. Basically only his face is actually above water. It feels amazing.
He cracks his eyes open at the sound of Geralt's voice, and upon turning his gaze to find the drink right by him, sits upright, grinning. ]
I'd never say no.
[ A hand comes up from under the water to take the jug's handle, and his eyes shut again in happiness as he takes his first drink from it. Alcohol. In a bath. This is probably heaven.
He looks back at Geralt, noticing the flowers for the first time, and raises an eyebrow. ] New look? [ A perfectly friendly beat. ] Kinda suits you.
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But whatever the hell that experience had been behind him, he's here now, body splayed out under the water and head resting back against the rocks. Basically only his face is actually above water. It feels amazing.
He cracks his eyes open at the sound of Geralt's voice, and upon turning his gaze to find the drink right by him, sits upright, grinning. ]
I'd never say no.
[ A hand comes up from under the water to take the jug's handle, and his eyes shut again in happiness as he takes his first drink from it. Alcohol. In a bath. This is probably heaven.
He looks back at Geralt, noticing the flowers for the first time, and raises an eyebrow. ] New look? [ A perfectly friendly beat. ] Kinda suits you.