That is -indeed- a whole face journey, damn. Jaskier squints at Geralt, wondering what is bothering him now. It can't possibly be-- oh for fuck's sake. This again? Seriously?
"Bloody hell!" he exclaims as he throws his hands in the air with obvious frustration. "How dense can you be, you big oaf? I'm not asking you to set me up with anyone, I'm fucking teasing you! You know, like friends do? Because- oh, what was it that I told you earlier? Ah, yes, because I want to get to know you better."
A huff. How much clearer can he be? And to think they had been making some progress in that area, too, but the soft moment of touching and sharing is obviously gone. Geralt goes from pushing him away to being soft then back to pushing in seconds, and Jaskier thinks he should make Hot'n'col the first song on his Geralt playlist.
You change your mind like a girl changes her clothes. Yeah you PMS like a bitch, I'd know.
Not only the moment is gone and the coversation is being completely ignored, Jaskier is also pretty much... well... being kicked out. Fuck. He knows he shouldn't impose but having a beer or coffee together after some activity shouldn't be a big deal, right? Why can't they just hang out as friends do? (Never mind the fact they technically just did.)
Jaskier considers doing some pushing but decides against it in the end. He's already been enough of a creep today, and clearly the subject of his ex isn't welcome. Geralt has already shared quite a lot (for his standards) during their little moment there, he's probably already hit his daily socializing quota. Mumbling a thank you, Jaskier grabs the containers and puts them in his tote bag before taking out his phone to call for his ride - the notification that awaits him when he unlocks the screen takes him by surprise.
"She's following me now! On twitter! Yennefer Vengerberg, that's her, right?" His thumb quickly scrolls through her feed, and Jaskier can only wolf-whistle. "A lawyer that actually fights for what truly matters? I never thought I'd see the day. Impressive."
As far as he knows, all lawyers are spawns of the devil. He follows her back, of course, and makes a mental note to slide into her DMs later. This is the kind of contact he wants to have, and professional interest aside, she sincerely seems like an interesting person to befriend. Cirilla is a lucky daughter.
Once his ride has been ordered, Jaskier puts his phone away and turns to Geralt, speaking after worrying his lower lip for a second. Welp, here goes nothing.
"Hey," he says with a soft voice. "Whenever I become friends with a fellow bookworm, I like asking them to choose a book in their library that means something to them and lend it to me. You can tell a lot about a person through the art they enjoy, and it's a great topic of conversation to share. Would you... would you lend me your wolf book?"
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"Bloody hell!" he exclaims as he throws his hands in the air with obvious frustration. "How dense can you be, you big oaf? I'm not asking you to set me up with anyone, I'm fucking teasing you! You know, like friends do? Because- oh, what was it that I told you earlier? Ah, yes, because I want to get to know you better."
A huff. How much clearer can he be? And to think they had been making some progress in that area, too, but the soft moment of touching and sharing is obviously gone. Geralt goes from pushing him away to being soft then back to pushing in seconds, and Jaskier thinks he should make Hot'n'col the first song on his Geralt playlist.
You change your mind like a girl changes her clothes. Yeah you PMS like a bitch, I'd know.
Not only the moment is gone and the coversation is being completely ignored, Jaskier is also pretty much... well... being kicked out. Fuck. He knows he shouldn't impose but having a beer or coffee together after some activity shouldn't be a big deal, right? Why can't they just hang out as friends do? (Never mind the fact they technically just did.)
Jaskier considers doing some pushing but decides against it in the end. He's already been enough of a creep today, and clearly the subject of his ex isn't welcome. Geralt has already shared quite a lot (for his standards) during their little moment there, he's probably already hit his daily socializing quota. Mumbling a thank you, Jaskier grabs the containers and puts them in his tote bag before taking out his phone to call for his ride - the notification that awaits him when he unlocks the screen takes him by surprise.
"She's following me now! On twitter! Yennefer Vengerberg, that's her, right?" His thumb quickly scrolls through her feed, and Jaskier can only wolf-whistle. "A lawyer that actually fights for what truly matters? I never thought I'd see the day. Impressive."
As far as he knows, all lawyers are spawns of the devil. He follows her back, of course, and makes a mental note to slide into her DMs later. This is the kind of contact he wants to have, and professional interest aside, she sincerely seems like an interesting person to befriend. Cirilla is a lucky daughter.
Once his ride has been ordered, Jaskier puts his phone away and turns to Geralt, speaking after worrying his lower lip for a second. Welp, here goes nothing.
"Hey," he says with a soft voice. "Whenever I become friends with a fellow bookworm, I like asking them to choose a book in their library that means something to them and lend it to me. You can tell a lot about a person through the art they enjoy, and it's a great topic of conversation to share. Would you... would you lend me your wolf book?"