[ Geralt possesses a variety of looks. Sephiroth is met with yet another one of them in return for his question. What is he doing? He's setting this damn trap and he's a bird on his head again, which he'll put up with. It's Jaskier's bird; the magic will fade in time. It's not long for this world.
Between the noise of the city and his focus on not disturbing the pigeon (the real one), Geralt notices the cat not at all.
He perches on the ledge instead. The bird flaps off his head and lands neatly atop Sephiroth's. Its wings flutter. His lips curl despite himself. ]
I'd say we're done here. [ Please say they're done here. He doesn't even want to catch this pigeon. This is not helpful for garnering him more lucrative contracts. He wishes for no one to have any knowledge of his involvement. He is laying a pigeon trap, at Jaskier's behest, because he was assured all he needed to do was take it to the roof. He's done his job. ]
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Between the noise of the city and his focus on not disturbing the pigeon (the real one), Geralt notices the cat not at all.
He perches on the ledge instead. The bird flaps off his head and lands neatly atop Sephiroth's. Its wings flutter. His lips curl despite himself. ]
I'd say we're done here. [ Please say they're done here. He doesn't even want to catch this pigeon. This is not helpful for garnering him more lucrative contracts. He wishes for no one to have any knowledge of his involvement. He is laying a pigeon trap, at Jaskier's behest, because he was assured all he needed to do was take it to the roof. He's done his job. ]