He offers Geralt an appreciative sup nod as he tops off the drink. Takes a second to sip at it before he makes his throw, just because. After a certain point, drinking games stop being about the rules and start being a thing you do while drinking. Such is the way of drunk-life. )
I had one of those. ( He muses after a swallow, gently thunking the glass back down again. A Vesemir — by any other name. Not hard to clock the fondness. ) Crotchety old son of a bitch practically knew everything about everything. Bobby. That's his place across the street.
( Finally, all his procrastinating done, he throws his knife. It doesn't hit the board so much as sort of wedge itself between a cluster of them — no spin, but also no thunk. Did the damn thing even make it to the wood?
A contemplative beat, and then he points defiantly at Geralt before he can say anything. )
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He offers Geralt an appreciative sup nod as he tops off the drink. Takes a second to sip at it before he makes his throw, just because. After a certain point, drinking games stop being about the rules and start being a thing you do while drinking. Such is the way of drunk-life. )
I had one of those. ( He muses after a swallow, gently thunking the glass back down again. A Vesemir — by any other name. Not hard to clock the fondness. ) Crotchety old son of a bitch practically knew everything about everything. Bobby. That's his place across the street.
( Finally, all his procrastinating done, he throws his knife. It doesn't hit the board so much as sort of wedge itself between a cluster of them — no spin, but also no thunk. Did the damn thing even make it to the wood?
A contemplative beat, and then he points defiantly at Geralt before he can say anything. )
That counts.