Jaskier acts oddly jumpy when he's done with Geralt's hair, all but running off to the shower to get cleaned up. Maybe he's one of those types that are freaked out by bugs, and the whole tick removal process has made him uncomfortable. That's unfortunate, but it's a necessary evil-- hopefully he'll get over it by the time he's done washing up.
Geralt disposes of the squashed bugs and then picks up his and Jaskier's discarded clothes, tossing them into the dryer and turning it on to its hottest setting to kill anything that might still be clinging to the fabric. He tosses his own jeans in there, too, just for good measure, and heads upstairs to finish his own quick check and then change into a pair of loose sweats. As he comes back downstairs, he can hear the water running in the guest bathroom, indicating that Jaskier is actually doing as Geralt suggested and rinsing off.
He's only just opened the refrigerator to grab a beer when his phone starts ringing. The call's from Yen, and he answers it just a moment before he realizes that it's a FaceTime call, too. He props the camera up on the counter so that he's reasonably within frame, putting it on speaker so that he can talk to her normally.
"Hello, Geralt." She takes in his mostly undressed appearance with some amusement. "Trying a new look?"
"Just came back in from a trail ride," he says. "Tick check."
"Ah, yes. Another reason why I would never live on the side of a mountain. Well, as promised, I am calling to let you know that your daughter is alive and well despite not being under your endearingly overprotective watch. She's getting changed for dinner right now, otherwise I'd have her say hello."
"Madrid, today?" he remembers that the trip is a few days on mainland Spain before heading to Yen's preferred Ibiza resort. He just can't remember which city it is, or if they're even sticking to the schedule that Yen originally gave him.
"Barcelona. We'll catch the ferry tomorrow afternoon," she says, and her mouth is open to say something else when Jaskier interrupts, making his entrance behind Geralt while drying off his hair. And, because luck is never on Geralt's side, he walks right into the view of the camera, which can only capture him from the waist-up. Considering that he's bare chested at the moment-- with a truly surprising amount of slightly damp chest hair-- it looks like he's just walking around Geralt's house entirely nude.
"Is he still only using a single bar of soap?" Yen says, her focus shifting from Geralt to the musician behind him. "Really, Geralt, would it kill you not to use it on your hair, at least? And you could have warned me that you had company over, I don't want Ciri to see who you're bringing home from dive bars these days."
Geralt grabs for the phone, knocking it over before he manages to pick it up and angle it away from Jaskier. "He was just using the shower, Yen, that's it."
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Geralt disposes of the squashed bugs and then picks up his and Jaskier's discarded clothes, tossing them into the dryer and turning it on to its hottest setting to kill anything that might still be clinging to the fabric. He tosses his own jeans in there, too, just for good measure, and heads upstairs to finish his own quick check and then change into a pair of loose sweats. As he comes back downstairs, he can hear the water running in the guest bathroom, indicating that Jaskier is actually doing as Geralt suggested and rinsing off.
He's only just opened the refrigerator to grab a beer when his phone starts ringing. The call's from Yen, and he answers it just a moment before he realizes that it's a FaceTime call, too. He props the camera up on the counter so that he's reasonably within frame, putting it on speaker so that he can talk to her normally.
"Hello, Geralt." She takes in his mostly undressed appearance with some amusement. "Trying a new look?"
"Just came back in from a trail ride," he says. "Tick check."
"Ah, yes. Another reason why I would never live on the side of a mountain. Well, as promised, I am calling to let you know that your daughter is alive and well despite not being under your endearingly overprotective watch. She's getting changed for dinner right now, otherwise I'd have her say hello."
"Madrid, today?" he remembers that the trip is a few days on mainland Spain before heading to Yen's preferred Ibiza resort. He just can't remember which city it is, or if they're even sticking to the schedule that Yen originally gave him.
"Barcelona. We'll catch the ferry tomorrow afternoon," she says, and her mouth is open to say something else when Jaskier interrupts, making his entrance behind Geralt while drying off his hair. And, because luck is never on Geralt's side, he walks right into the view of the camera, which can only capture him from the waist-up. Considering that he's bare chested at the moment-- with a truly surprising amount of slightly damp chest hair-- it looks like he's just walking around Geralt's house entirely nude.
"Is he still only using a single bar of soap?" Yen says, her focus shifting from Geralt to the musician behind him. "Really, Geralt, would it kill you not to use it on your hair, at least? And you could have warned me that you had company over, I don't want Ciri to see who you're bringing home from dive bars these days."
Geralt grabs for the phone, knocking it over before he manages to pick it up and angle it away from Jaskier. "He was just using the shower, Yen, that's it."