[Jaskier may have been delighted if he wasn't so annoyed with Geralt's fucking clothes. What, is he threading his same black wardrobe with meteorite now?
Jaskier gapes at him.]
You're fucking with me. Your clothes are enchanted? By who? Jayce? He's giving you special clothes? Without me?
[It feels like a terrible betrayal, actually. He sits up only to help maneuver the buttons through, sliding his hands across Geralt's chest, the heaped scars, a nipple.] I'm trying to be attractive, thank you, and there's nothing a man loves more than ripped clothing in the throes of passion. It's not like you don't have more. And they all look the same!
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[Jaskier may have been delighted if he wasn't so annoyed with Geralt's fucking clothes. What, is he threading his same black wardrobe with meteorite now?
Jaskier gapes at him.]
You're fucking with me. Your clothes are enchanted? By who? Jayce? He's giving you special clothes? Without me?
[It feels like a terrible betrayal, actually. He sits up only to help maneuver the buttons through, sliding his hands across Geralt's chest, the heaped scars, a nipple.] I'm trying to be attractive, thank you, and there's nothing a man loves more than ripped clothing in the throes of passion. It's not like you don't have more. And they all look the same!