Jaskier instantly freezes when it's a female voice that replies to him - oh shit, is he interrupting something? The woman on the screen is one hell of a beauty, that's for sure, the kind of pretty Jaskier would totally hit on and let her step on him with her high heels. A ten for another ten, Geralt and her would make a killer couple, one Jaskier wouldn't mind being sandwiched in between. When her very intense eyes fall on him, he gives her a smile and a wave, and he considers teasing Geralt over possibly hiding a girlfriend from his new friend when Ciri is brought up.
Hot damn. This is Geralt's fucking ex. And she's getting one hell of a wrong first impression.
After being told over and over that they aren't friends today, Geralt's that's it doesn't sting as much as Jaskier expects it to, probably because he understands Geralt's worry. This could like... look bad in court or something, perhaps? He should do something.
"Actually," he adds in with his voice raised, unsure of how well she can hear him. "I'm a client of the ranch thanks to your daughter's recommendation. ...bollocks, that sounds worse."
How can he-- oh, to hell with it. After hanging the towel around his neck, Jaskier comes closer and puts his hand on Geralt's shoulder as he peeks over it, leaving a wet spot on Geralt's back because of his chest hair. There is, indeed, lots of it.
"My lady." He takes two fingers to his forehead that he quickly lowers as he nods as a greeting, trying to play the charming card. "I assure you nothing of the sort-" He waggles his eyebrows. "-is happening. As Geralt has kindly reminded me today," Sarcastic much, Jaskier? "He doesn't even consider me a friend. Which is, as far as I'm concerned, an impressive pile of bullcrap, but I digress. Geralt here--" He pats Geralt's shoulder. "--is quite the caring and protective father, and he's always made sure I only come around when your daughter isn't around. In fact, he was ready to throttle me when he misunderstood my interactions with the kind Cirilla on twitter, interactions that have always been strictly about music, memes and Lady Gaga's wardrobe choices. I hope this little moment of awkwardness doesn't impact your views on allowing your daughter to enjoy my music and, most importantly, Geralt's capacity to be responsible and safe. Grumpy and brooding he may be, but irresponsible he is not, I swear on my guitar."
He rests his chin on Geralt's shoulder then, offering his best innocent eyes and charming smile. He can see "Yen" better now and fuck, with these two as parents? Cirilla may become the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking world.
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Hot damn. This is Geralt's fucking ex. And she's getting one hell of a wrong first impression.
After being told over and over that they aren't friends today, Geralt's that's it doesn't sting as much as Jaskier expects it to, probably because he understands Geralt's worry. This could like... look bad in court or something, perhaps? He should do something.
"Actually," he adds in with his voice raised, unsure of how well she can hear him. "I'm a client of the ranch thanks to your daughter's recommendation. ...bollocks, that sounds worse."
How can he-- oh, to hell with it. After hanging the towel around his neck, Jaskier comes closer and puts his hand on Geralt's shoulder as he peeks over it, leaving a wet spot on Geralt's back because of his chest hair. There is, indeed, lots of it.
"My lady." He takes two fingers to his forehead that he quickly lowers as he nods as a greeting, trying to play the charming card. "I assure you nothing of the sort-" He waggles his eyebrows. "-is happening. As Geralt has kindly reminded me today," Sarcastic much, Jaskier? "He doesn't even consider me a friend. Which is, as far as I'm concerned, an impressive pile of bullcrap, but I digress. Geralt here--" He pats Geralt's shoulder. "--is quite the caring and protective father, and he's always made sure I only come around when your daughter isn't around. In fact, he was ready to throttle me when he misunderstood my interactions with the kind Cirilla on twitter, interactions that have always been strictly about music, memes and Lady Gaga's wardrobe choices. I hope this little moment of awkwardness doesn't impact your views on allowing your daughter to enjoy my music and, most importantly, Geralt's capacity to be responsible and safe. Grumpy and brooding he may be, but irresponsible he is not, I swear on my guitar."
He rests his chin on Geralt's shoulder then, offering his best innocent eyes and charming smile. He can see "Yen" better now and fuck, with these two as parents? Cirilla may become the most beautiful woman in the entire fucking world.