Ah, silence. Jaskier's greatest enemy (well, after Valdo Marx, and his father, and-- ahem). He munches on another sandwich as he waits, trying to keep his mouth busy and his mind distracted. Impatience can get the best of him sometimes, and if he pushes too much, Geralt may get sick of him and tell him to fuck off.
But where should he draw the line? With introverts like this guy, some pushing is absolutely necessary. They wouldn't even be here in the first place if Jaskier hadn't put so much work in texting and chatting with him whenever he visited the ranch! Maybe he needs to--
Oh. An answer! A real one! Plus an update on his work life! SUCCESS!
"Motorcycles? You ride bikes? That's wicked!" And incredibly sexy as well - Jaskier wants to demand a ride already. He can already picture both of them on the boke, wind on their faces and Jaskier's arms around those very, very hard abs... Oh god, is he staring? He's staring. Jaskier clears his voice and tries again, leaning is as he starts shooting question after question, absolutely excited at this bit of news. "Do you own one or more bikes? What's the fastest you've gone? Have you taken Cirilla with you? Do the horses get scared of the noises?"
Gosh, he can picture that as well, a greasy Geralt, looking like a badass mechanic-biker, still being soft as he hushes his beloved animals... how is this bloke even real. It makes so much sense as well - he prefers to work on things, be animals or machines, because he doesn't have to interact with people then. It suits Geralt's loner personality. And oh, Jaskier remembers now which were the longest texts he's gotten from him: the ones that guided him through putting up a bird feeder on his balcony. Fuck. Next time he needs something crafty, he should make Geralt come over, he'll pay for the fucking Uber if necessary.
When he hears about the extra business, Jaskier instantly beams.
"Told you! The power of social media, my friend!" He grabs his glass and lightly taps it against Geralt's, as if toasting to that. "Congratulations on your newfound success! If you don't have time for yourself, however- have you considered hiring some help?"
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But where should he draw the line? With introverts like this guy, some pushing is absolutely necessary. They wouldn't even be here in the first place if Jaskier hadn't put so much work in texting and chatting with him whenever he visited the ranch! Maybe he needs to--
Oh. An answer! A real one! Plus an update on his work life! SUCCESS!
"Motorcycles? You ride bikes? That's wicked!" And incredibly sexy as well - Jaskier wants to demand a ride already. He can already picture both of them on the boke, wind on their faces and Jaskier's arms around those very, very hard abs... Oh god, is he staring? He's staring. Jaskier clears his voice and tries again, leaning is as he starts shooting question after question, absolutely excited at this bit of news. "Do you own one or more bikes? What's the fastest you've gone? Have you taken Cirilla with you? Do the horses get scared of the noises?"
Gosh, he can picture that as well, a greasy Geralt, looking like a badass mechanic-biker, still being soft as he hushes his beloved animals... how is this bloke even real. It makes so much sense as well - he prefers to work on things, be animals or machines, because he doesn't have to interact with people then. It suits Geralt's loner personality. And oh, Jaskier remembers now which were the longest texts he's gotten from him: the ones that guided him through putting up a bird feeder on his balcony. Fuck. Next time he needs something crafty, he should make Geralt come over, he'll pay for the fucking Uber if necessary.
When he hears about the extra business, Jaskier instantly beams.
"Told you! The power of social media, my friend!" He grabs his glass and lightly taps it against Geralt's, as if toasting to that. "Congratulations on your newfound success! If you don't have time for yourself, however- have you considered hiring some help?"