( Look, he's not eavesdropping. He's not. The Roadhouse isn't a huge bar, it's automatic for him to clock everything periodically. His perception checks are high as hell.
So when his mental CB radio switches over to the Witcher channel and he hears an incredulous sink them, he double-takes and tunes in properly.
Neither of them notice his face, probably, though he is absolutely not hiding the fact that he's staring at them. Just. Absolutely grossed out by this defiling of the most sacred tabletop game known to mankind. That expression shifts between variants of appalled and disappointed and incredulous and affronted, and-
Nope. No. Can't do it. He cannot stand here and just let all this happen.
So there he is out of fucking nowhere, interjecting himself like he's been involved all along. )
First of all- ( He points at Ciri. ) Don't knock it 'til you try it, Judge Judy.
( Then a swivel to Geralt, a beat, and a gravely serious: )
I am so disappointed in you. I raised you better than this.
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So when his mental CB radio switches over to the Witcher channel and he hears an incredulous sink them, he double-takes and tunes in properly.
Neither of them notice his face, probably, though he is absolutely not hiding the fact that he's staring at them. Just. Absolutely grossed out by this defiling of the most sacred tabletop game known to mankind. That expression shifts between variants of appalled and disappointed and incredulous and affronted, and-
Nope. No. Can't do it. He cannot stand here and just let all this happen.
So there he is out of fucking nowhere, interjecting himself like he's been involved all along. )
First of all- ( He points at Ciri. ) Don't knock it 'til you try it, Judge Judy.
( Then a swivel to Geralt, a beat, and a gravely serious: )
I am so disappointed in you. I raised you better than this.