"Whaaaat wouldn't you know?" Jaskier frowns at the white head in front of him as he reviews in his mind what he just said. ...wait. "Are you saying you wouldn't know anything about souls?" A snort. "I need only two seconds of watching you take care of your horses to know that's a huge pile of crap if I ever heard one. I bet bloody unicorns would come to you if they existed."
As grumpy and antisocial he can be, Geralt is still the very definition of a gentle soul. There's a reason why Jaskier is developing a (very inconvenient considering what he's learned today) crush on the guy, this goes beyond wanting a night on the hay under those mighty muscles. And speaking of inconvenient crushes, here's Geralt noticing Jaskier is taking his sweet, sweet time with the hair. Oops.
"A-ah, yeah! Yeah. I'm done." He jumps back, feeling caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm just-- gonna take that shower now. Yeah, good idea. Be right back."
Good lord, this is new levels of pathetic. That shower will need to be ice cold.
This bathroom seems to be a guest one, Jaskier would guess for the lack of obvious daughter stuff. Which is a pity, because he has been hoping to learn a bit more about Geralt from it. No matter how creepy he thought he had been being earlier, Jaskier continues to be nosy, and that nose is stuck everywhere. Sadly there isn't much to put that nose on, just a bunch of lush products and...
One single bar of basic soap. Unbelievable.
Wait, no, scratch that, it's totally believable from Mr Mountain Man. Jaskier shakes his head at it, half exasperated half fond, and makes a mental note to buy Geralt a nice amenity basket. He gotta give the guy one thing though: the bathtub is damn nice. One could easily invite a date in here and have a bath toge-
Nooooo. Nope. Enough of those thoughts. Gotta wash up quickly, wanking in here is out of the question. So Jaskier starts with pure cold water to get his body under control before changing into something warmer to do the actual washing and checking of ticks in more private areas. What did Geralt think about some hours ago? That Jaskier probably has whole damn concerts in the shower with himself?
Yeeeeah.
"♪ Ooooh, I'm in love with your body. Every day discovering something brand new, I'm in love with the shape of you. ♪"
Look, so maybe (just maybe!) all the touching and uncovering of Geralt's body day has left him... inspired.
(The fact Shape of you ends up stuck in his head and becomes his next cover is a complete coincide, obviously. Not an indication of his crush. Clearly.)
It's a pretty quick shower for Jaskier's standards - he's usually the kind of guy that uses most (if not all!) the hot water. But he doesn't have all his products here, and he's supposed to be behaving less creepily - Geralt already noticed him taking more time than necessary with his hair, no need to have a repeat of that.
He puts his underwear back on after making sure there are no bugs on it, and comes out of the bathroom while still drying his hair off with a towel.
"Geralt, we need to talk about your choice of bathroom products. Where did you get that soap, Hermits-r-us?"
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As grumpy and antisocial he can be, Geralt is still the very definition of a gentle soul. There's a reason why Jaskier is developing a (very inconvenient considering what he's learned today) crush on the guy, this goes beyond wanting a night on the hay under those mighty muscles. And speaking of inconvenient crushes, here's Geralt noticing Jaskier is taking his sweet, sweet time with the hair. Oops.
"A-ah, yeah! Yeah. I'm done." He jumps back, feeling caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm just-- gonna take that shower now. Yeah, good idea. Be right back."
Good lord, this is new levels of pathetic. That shower will need to be ice cold.
This bathroom seems to be a guest one, Jaskier would guess for the lack of obvious daughter stuff. Which is a pity, because he has been hoping to learn a bit more about Geralt from it. No matter how creepy he thought he had been being earlier, Jaskier continues to be nosy, and that nose is stuck everywhere. Sadly there isn't much to put that nose on, just a bunch of lush products and...
One single bar of basic soap. Unbelievable.
Wait, no, scratch that, it's totally believable from Mr Mountain Man. Jaskier shakes his head at it, half exasperated half fond, and makes a mental note to buy Geralt a nice amenity basket. He gotta give the guy one thing though: the bathtub is damn nice. One could easily invite a date in here and have a bath toge-
Nooooo. Nope. Enough of those thoughts. Gotta wash up quickly, wanking in here is out of the question. So Jaskier starts with pure cold water to get his body under control before changing into something warmer to do the actual washing and checking of ticks in more private areas. What did Geralt think about some hours ago? That Jaskier probably has whole damn concerts in the shower with himself?
Yeeeeah.
"♪ Ooooh, I'm in love with your body. Every day discovering something brand new, I'm in love with the shape of you. ♪"
Look, so maybe (just maybe!) all the touching and uncovering of Geralt's body day has left him... inspired.
(The fact Shape of you ends up stuck in his head and becomes his next cover is a complete coincide, obviously. Not an indication of his crush. Clearly.)
It's a pretty quick shower for Jaskier's standards - he's usually the kind of guy that uses most (if not all!) the hot water. But he doesn't have all his products here, and he's supposed to be behaving less creepily - Geralt already noticed him taking more time than necessary with his hair, no need to have a repeat of that.
He puts his underwear back on after making sure there are no bugs on it, and comes out of the bathroom while still drying his hair off with a towel.
"Geralt, we need to talk about your choice of bathroom products. Where did you get that soap, Hermits-r-us?"