( He snorts softly — yeah, he knows that feeling. Actually, it might be more accurate to say he's been trying to sleep for what feels like a hundred years, and all he gets are naps. Four hours every day or so most of the time, if he's lucky.
He's so tired, on so many friggin levels. There's a somber, quiet pause that he eventually breaks rather abruptly. )
Wellp. ( He grunts, lifting the bottle in a small salute. ) Here's to dying tired. It's been real, it's been fun, but it ain't been real fun.
( He drinks.
Which, coincidentally, is what he does for the next several hours — whether Geralt sticks around for it or not. )
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He's so tired, on so many friggin levels. There's a somber, quiet pause that he eventually breaks rather abruptly. )
Wellp. ( He grunts, lifting the bottle in a small salute. ) Here's to dying tired. It's been real, it's been fun, but it ain't been real fun.
( He drinks.
Which, coincidentally, is what he does for the next several hours — whether Geralt sticks around for it or not. )