Oh, great, another grunt. Jaskier thinks something is a bit different about this particular one, but he can't tell for sure, he's still learning to read this wall in a man's body. There definitely is staring at his mouth, no doubts about that - but once again, Geralt shows no reaction other than leaving. Ignoring the show because it annoys him or because it was having an effect on him and he doesn't want to admit it?
AND WHY IS THIS MAN SO HARD TO READ! Never has Jaskier had this much trouble flirting.
Ignoring the berries for now, Jaskier hurries down the path once more, blue eyes fixed on the man ahead of him with all the determination of the world (although the pouting kills the determined face, to be fair). Which only serves to fullfil Geralt's prophecy: Jaskier doesn't see the rock before he steps on it and, obviously, trips...
Just as Geralt is turning around...
Taking him down with him on the dirt.
Baskets and berries fly and land all over the grass as Jaskier squeals in surprise, expecting his clothes to get ruined and his face to get smashed... but no pain comes. In fact, he feels... comfy? Jaskier blinks a couple of times as his mind chases confusion away, and his eyes can only widen when he realizes what -or more exactly who- has cushioned his fall.
"...oops."
He should say something else. Apologize - move away, even. But see, he's a little-- ah. Distracted at the moment. His hands are finally getting to confirm how hard those abs are, and his chin is finding out that chest is indeed as cozy as it looks. Geralt feels as amazing as he looks, and Jaskier has to pray to a god he doesn't believe in for a little miracle and not get a boner out of this.
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AND WHY IS THIS MAN SO HARD TO READ! Never has Jaskier had this much trouble flirting.
Ignoring the berries for now, Jaskier hurries down the path once more, blue eyes fixed on the man ahead of him with all the determination of the world (although the pouting kills the determined face, to be fair). Which only serves to fullfil Geralt's prophecy: Jaskier doesn't see the rock before he steps on it and, obviously, trips...
Just as Geralt is turning around...
Taking him down with him on the dirt.
Baskets and berries fly and land all over the grass as Jaskier squeals in surprise, expecting his clothes to get ruined and his face to get smashed... but no pain comes. In fact, he feels... comfy? Jaskier blinks a couple of times as his mind chases confusion away, and his eyes can only widen when he realizes what -or more exactly who- has cushioned his fall.
"...oops."
He should say something else. Apologize - move away, even. But see, he's a little-- ah. Distracted at the moment. His hands are finally getting to confirm how hard those abs are, and his chin is finding out that chest is indeed as cozy as it looks. Geralt feels as amazing as he looks, and Jaskier has to pray to a god he doesn't believe in for a little miracle and not get a boner out of this.