This situation is already bad. Yen is taking far too much interest in Geralt's... acquaintance and the reason that he's inside the house, and Jaskier is doing absolutely nothing to dissuade her. Then he walks up behind Geralt and peeks over his shoulder at the camera, and he can do that quite easily because, somehow, Geralt had forgotten that they're almost the same height. He shoots the musician an irritated look that does nothing to stop him.
"Oh, I am well aware of Geralt's protective tendencies. He just so rarely brings anyone back to the house, even... friends."
Yen is enjoying this. Geralt knows that Yen is enjoying this, and she knows that he knows that she's enjoying this, because she's always enjoyed pushing at him and making him uncomfortable. Thinks it's funny. She is delighted by the kind of discomfort that she can see in him right now, especially when Jaskier puts his chin on his shoulder and Geralt doesn't move him. He's still a little damp from the shower, and the texture of his chest hair is slightly rough against the skin of his back, which is a fact that should not be important but is somehow impossible to ignore.
"You're that musician from YouTube, aren't you? I don't see any reason to keep Ciri from watching your little videos, you seem quite harmless." She fixes Jaskier with her violet-eyed gaze, and Geralt knows from personal experience that she has eyes like gimlets. They pierce right through you. "Maybe I shouldn't be worried about my daughter's virtue, hm?"
An odd way to put it, Geralt thinks. Yen's assessments are usually right, and Geralt does generally agree with it-- Jaskier's harmless to Ciri. She smiles, and her lipstick today is a bright, bloody red.
"It's a shame that I'm out of the country right now, Jaskier. I might have liked to meet you in person, I think we would have a lot to talk about."
Geralt's frown deepens; Jaskier isn't Yen's usual type. And he would know, because her usual type is more like him, someone who looks strong and intimidating that she can get underneath her immaculate heels. And she's good at that, too, but that's a trip down memory lane that Geralt doesn't need to go on right now.
He is saved by the buzzing of the dryer.
"I need to get that. We'll talk later, Yen."
"Oh, of course, Geralt. Have a good night."
He hangs up the phone and it's a relief to no longer see her face, which is a first. Geralt moves away from Jaskier to get the clothes out of the dryer, not stopping to look at him because he's. Mostly undressed, and Geralt shouldn't gawk at him. Though why would he stare at all, they're two men, it's not as though he's got a mostly naked woman in his living room.
"Here." He tosses the musician's clothes at him, still warm from the dryer.
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"Oh, I am well aware of Geralt's protective tendencies. He just so rarely brings anyone back to the house, even... friends."
Yen is enjoying this. Geralt knows that Yen is enjoying this, and she knows that he knows that she's enjoying this, because she's always enjoyed pushing at him and making him uncomfortable. Thinks it's funny. She is delighted by the kind of discomfort that she can see in him right now, especially when Jaskier puts his chin on his shoulder and Geralt doesn't move him. He's still a little damp from the shower, and the texture of his chest hair is slightly rough against the skin of his back, which is a fact that should not be important but is somehow impossible to ignore.
"You're that musician from YouTube, aren't you? I don't see any reason to keep Ciri from watching your little videos, you seem quite harmless." She fixes Jaskier with her violet-eyed gaze, and Geralt knows from personal experience that she has eyes like gimlets. They pierce right through you. "Maybe I shouldn't be worried about my daughter's virtue, hm?"
An odd way to put it, Geralt thinks. Yen's assessments are usually right, and Geralt does generally agree with it-- Jaskier's harmless to Ciri. She smiles, and her lipstick today is a bright, bloody red.
"It's a shame that I'm out of the country right now, Jaskier. I might have liked to meet you in person, I think we would have a lot to talk about."
Geralt's frown deepens; Jaskier isn't Yen's usual type. And he would know, because her usual type is more like him, someone who looks strong and intimidating that she can get underneath her immaculate heels. And she's good at that, too, but that's a trip down memory lane that Geralt doesn't need to go on right now.
He is saved by the buzzing of the dryer.
"I need to get that. We'll talk later, Yen."
"Oh, of course, Geralt. Have a good night."
He hangs up the phone and it's a relief to no longer see her face, which is a first. Geralt moves away from Jaskier to get the clothes out of the dryer, not stopping to look at him because he's. Mostly undressed, and Geralt shouldn't gawk at him. Though why would he stare at all, they're two men, it's not as though he's got a mostly naked woman in his living room.
"Here." He tosses the musician's clothes at him, still warm from the dryer.