[ Certainly none of this is intentional, at least not on Geralt's part. This is simply where he drinks. Then Dean came along, and Jaskier, and now the five of them are here, mismatched stools and chairs pulled up. He's at least two pitchers into the evening. Been a long week.
He can't even remember what it is he said that spurred Dean on. Might've been nothing. Might've just been a look directed towards one of Dean's absurd remarks. Whatever it is, Jaskier takes it on himself to reply with. That. It's not the comment that makes him frown; they're hardly in polite company. (He doesn't keep polite company.) It's the kiss, which he waves Jaskier away with a long-suffering sigh, the kind that Jaskier's heard a thousand times before. ]
Please, [ he takes the bottle out of Jaskier's hands as soon as it comes near, ] do spare Nadine.
[ He's certain she's no desire to hear about his cock. (Unless she does. She's a hard one to read sometimes, and he's been wrong about her before.) It is telling, perhaps, that he doesn't glance at Dean for his reaction—that there might be a reaction hasn't even crossed his mind. ]
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He can't even remember what it is he said that spurred Dean on. Might've been nothing. Might've just been a look directed towards one of Dean's absurd remarks. Whatever it is, Jaskier takes it on himself to reply with. That. It's not the comment that makes him frown; they're hardly in polite company. (He doesn't keep polite company.) It's the kiss, which he waves Jaskier away with a long-suffering sigh, the kind that Jaskier's heard a thousand times before. ]
Please, [ he takes the bottle out of Jaskier's hands as soon as it comes near, ] do spare Nadine.
[ He's certain she's no desire to hear about his cock. (Unless she does. She's a hard one to read sometimes, and he's been wrong about her before.) It is telling, perhaps, that he doesn't glance at Dean for his reaction—that there might be a reaction hasn't even crossed his mind. ]