[ A frown, directed in Jaskier's direction. (He's lost count of all the time Jaskier has splashed him while he's bathing. Or dumped a bucket over his head. ) ]
Fuck off. [ He's only grouching. Somehow, it's the warmth in Jaskier's voice that makes him want to especially grouch, in that way where be obviously doesn't mean it. He rinses the soap and dirt out of his hair. It's all accomplished with thoughtless efficiency. Sometimes he's in the mood to lounge and relax in a bath. Tonight's not quite one of those nights. He appreciates Jaskier's company. He does. It's just been—
A lot.
Even so, a minute or two, and: ] Bed's empty tonight.
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Fuck off. [ He's only grouching. Somehow, it's the warmth in Jaskier's voice that makes him want to especially grouch, in that way where be obviously doesn't mean it. He rinses the soap and dirt out of his hair. It's all accomplished with thoughtless efficiency. Sometimes he's in the mood to lounge and relax in a bath. Tonight's not quite one of those nights. He appreciates Jaskier's company. He does. It's just been—
A lot.
Even so, a minute or two, and: ] Bed's empty tonight.