[So he hasn't heard. Geralt's got this whole "answering without answering" thing down. Nero's starting to miss people offer a straight answer.] Man, if I told you, you're not gonna believe me.
[He runs a hand messily through his hair, which is getting too long, hanging into his eyes. He shoves the white out from in front of his eyes, hanging his head back as the chair dangerously tips back, hanging in the air on two legs alone. Nero keeps eyeing any food that seems to come near their table, giving a huff under his breath when it keeps going.
Man. How was he gonna get through the rest of this week...?]
But I'll tell you anyway. Scales. Paper. Animals. [There. Start easy. Reel him in a bit. Give him a thread leading up to:] An entire goddamn human arm.
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[He runs a hand messily through his hair, which is getting too long, hanging into his eyes. He shoves the white out from in front of his eyes, hanging his head back as the chair dangerously tips back, hanging in the air on two legs alone. Nero keeps eyeing any food that seems to come near their table, giving a huff under his breath when it keeps going.
Man. How was he gonna get through the rest of this week...?]
But I'll tell you anyway. Scales. Paper. Animals. [There. Start easy. Reel him in a bit. Give him a thread leading up to:] An entire goddamn human arm.