Geralt isn't the only one having derailed thoughts about being invited for a cup of coffee - Jaskier has had the same experiences when it comes to the real meaning of the phrase. He has to remind himself that the man has checked his fucking butt for ticks without batting an eye, and he needs to stop seeing mixed signals everywhere. This is just another normal night with a friend, nothing different from the usual.
(Back in England, a blonde girl went to bed while wondering about the lack of selfies-at-the-after-party in his messages.)
"Brilliant!" His whole body bounces when he replies, smile wide and bright - Geralt truly is doing wonders for his mood. Jaskier bows then, extending an arm towards the building like a butler welcoming someone new to the house. "Shall we?"
Pride & Prejudice becomes the topic of choice as Jaskier guides Geralt inside. He tells him not to worry, he can just give it back to him next time he visits the ranch, there's no hurry; then he launches on a (mostly one-sided, let's be honest here) chat about his favorites scenes and how amazing Austen is for the kick she gave to high society's guts. His rambling is interrupted, however, when he notices a pair of yellow eyes looking at them from the stairs while they wait for the elevator.
"Oh, fuck. This bitch." Jaskier pulls a face and steps back when the 'bitch' in question comes closer: it's an orange tabby cat, her pink nose now sniffing at Geralt's shoes. The green collar around her neck says she isn't a stray. "Bloody demon in a fur suit, I swear. Scratched me the day I moved here, and I was only saying hi! She's only gotten worse since then. Ignore her and hopefully she'll go aw-- oi!"
Are his eyes seeing correctly? Is this little ball of evil rubbing her body against Geralt's legs? Not only that, when the elevator finally arrives and Jaskier drags Geralt inside to get away from her, the little wanker actually follows them. Unbelievable. And Geralt apparently likes it! Which shouldn't be surprising since he obviously has a thing for animals, but still! It's the principle of the thing!
"Traitor," Jaskier calls him, then proceeds to glare at them the whole ride up. Drama queen.
Thankfully it's a short ride, and Jaskier's attitude returns to normal when he opens the door to his apartment and turns to Geralt with open arms.
"Welcome to my humble dwelling!" There's nothing humble about this modern, spacious apartment. It's called artistic license, okay? "Shoes off, please." He indicates the little shoe stand next to the door as he proceeds to take off his own to leave them there. "There are extra slippers if you like them, but feel free to stay barefooted as well. These are good, clean floors." Now this part isn't an exaggeration: the flooring is obviously made of quality wood, and there's even a rug under the coffee table and couch area. "Come in, come in, don't be shy~"
The living area is separated from the kitchen on the right only by a breakfast counter, and the big sliding glass doors show a nice balcony under the moonlight - Geralt can recognize the bird feeders he advised Jaskier on hanging outside. It's (surprisingly to many) quite clean and tidy... well, except for the coffee table, which is a little messy universe of its own. A slick laptop with stickers on its cover rests closed in the middle of the hurricane, surrounded by three empty mugs and two empty plates, an electric kettle, many piles of paper sheets (half of them with printed lines that show them to be music paper), a variety of pens, pencils and highlighters; at least three different notebooks, an aromatic candle, an open pack of honey menthol drops and... who knows what else hides underneath all. The Holy Grail is probably somewhere in there as well.
The rest of the apartment looks fine - Geralt may recognize the same care for colors, fabrics and sytyle Yennefer may've insisted on when she tackled his own place. The couch set around the table matches the rug, except for the pillow on the floor which has noticeably been sat on a lot - it's old and worn-out, but still looking comfortable, just like the blanket lying under the table. This whole set-up is facing the south wall, where a huge piece of wooden furniture houses a flat tv, a DVD player, an entire audio system with way too many speakers, and even a classic record player. This wood unit has two small sliding doors at the bottom, and since once isn't closed all the way through, a collection of DVDs can be recognized in its insides.
On the left, there's a small hallway with three doors, and on the walls on each of its sides, another two big pieces of furniture: one filled with books and trinkets/ornaments (as well as some framed pictures), the other filled with CDs and vinyl records. One of the shelves in this music unit is a bit different, though: there are acrylic stands displaying CDs that have been signed by the artists plus his two Youtube Play buttons: silver and gold, indicating he's surpassed the one million subscriber mark.
Jaskier drops his bag on one of the sofa chairs and his keys on a little bowl next to the box with like fifty different kinds of teabags on the breakfast counter - there's a pile of correspondence there as well, flashing his birth name on the front, but he's too distracted to think about that detail at the moment. His guitar is still at his back though, because his baby must sleep in its proper place.
"Aaaaalright, super quick tour." Moving to the center of the living area, he starts pointing at the different sections as he mentions them. "Kitchen, laundry room, balcony -obviously-, bedroom, bathroom, and studio. I need to wash the paint off and change, but meanwhile, get yourself comfortable! Grab whatever you want from the kitchen, turn on the tv if you want," he says as he disappears into the little hallway. The studio door is opened just enough to leave his guitar inside before he moves into his bedroom, where he raises his voice to continue to talk Geralt even then. "Would you like to borrow some comfortable clothes? I'm not sure if I have anything that fits you, but it can't hurt to try!"
If Geralt decides to open the fridge, he'll find some small bottles of craft beer, but no wine - that's only because fine wine doesn't go in the fridge, you monster! There's a tray, however, with the pastries Jaskier mentioned, and they look just like the Instagram picture showed them: the wonkiest kolaczkis in history, their shape barely keeping itself together, but at least they aren't burnt. There's something Jaskier didn't mention, though, right there on the tray as well - brownies. Those look much better, and they hadn't been included on the picture.
And there's a reason for that: they are not the innocent kind of brownie...
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(Back in England, a blonde girl went to bed while wondering about the lack of selfies-at-the-after-party in his messages.)
"Brilliant!" His whole body bounces when he replies, smile wide and bright - Geralt truly is doing wonders for his mood. Jaskier bows then, extending an arm towards the building like a butler welcoming someone new to the house. "Shall we?"
Pride & Prejudice becomes the topic of choice as Jaskier guides Geralt inside. He tells him not to worry, he can just give it back to him next time he visits the ranch, there's no hurry; then he launches on a (mostly one-sided, let's be honest here) chat about his favorites scenes and how amazing Austen is for the kick she gave to high society's guts. His rambling is interrupted, however, when he notices a pair of yellow eyes looking at them from the stairs while they wait for the elevator.
"Oh, fuck. This bitch." Jaskier pulls a face and steps back when the 'bitch' in question comes closer: it's an orange tabby cat, her pink nose now sniffing at Geralt's shoes. The green collar around her neck says she isn't a stray. "Bloody demon in a fur suit, I swear. Scratched me the day I moved here, and I was only saying hi! She's only gotten worse since then. Ignore her and hopefully she'll go aw-- oi!"
Are his eyes seeing correctly? Is this little ball of evil rubbing her body against Geralt's legs? Not only that, when the elevator finally arrives and Jaskier drags Geralt inside to get away from her, the little wanker actually follows them. Unbelievable. And Geralt apparently likes it! Which shouldn't be surprising since he obviously has a thing for animals, but still! It's the principle of the thing!
"Traitor," Jaskier calls him, then proceeds to glare at them the whole ride up. Drama queen.
Thankfully it's a short ride, and Jaskier's attitude returns to normal when he opens the door to his apartment and turns to Geralt with open arms.
"Welcome to my humble dwelling!" There's nothing humble about this modern, spacious apartment. It's called artistic license, okay? "Shoes off, please." He indicates the little shoe stand next to the door as he proceeds to take off his own to leave them there. "There are extra slippers if you like them, but feel free to stay barefooted as well. These are good, clean floors." Now this part isn't an exaggeration: the flooring is obviously made of quality wood, and there's even a rug under the coffee table and couch area. "Come in, come in, don't be shy~"
The living area is separated from the kitchen on the right only by a breakfast counter, and the big sliding glass doors show a nice balcony under the moonlight - Geralt can recognize the bird feeders he advised Jaskier on hanging outside. It's (surprisingly to many) quite clean and tidy... well, except for the coffee table, which is a little messy universe of its own. A slick laptop with stickers on its cover rests closed in the middle of the hurricane, surrounded by three empty mugs and two empty plates, an electric kettle, many piles of paper sheets (half of them with printed lines that show them to be music paper), a variety of pens, pencils and highlighters; at least three different notebooks, an aromatic candle, an open pack of honey menthol drops and... who knows what else hides underneath all. The Holy Grail is probably somewhere in there as well.
The rest of the apartment looks fine - Geralt may recognize the same care for colors, fabrics and sytyle Yennefer may've insisted on when she tackled his own place. The couch set around the table matches the rug, except for the pillow on the floor which has noticeably been sat on a lot - it's old and worn-out, but still looking comfortable, just like the blanket lying under the table. This whole set-up is facing the south wall, where a huge piece of wooden furniture houses a flat tv, a DVD player, an entire audio system with way too many speakers, and even a classic record player. This wood unit has two small sliding doors at the bottom, and since once isn't closed all the way through, a collection of DVDs can be recognized in its insides.
On the left, there's a small hallway with three doors, and on the walls on each of its sides, another two big pieces of furniture: one filled with books and trinkets/ornaments (as well as some framed pictures), the other filled with CDs and vinyl records. One of the shelves in this music unit is a bit different, though: there are acrylic stands displaying CDs that have been signed by the artists plus his two Youtube Play buttons: silver and gold, indicating he's surpassed the one million subscriber mark.
Jaskier drops his bag on one of the sofa chairs and his keys on a little bowl next to the box with like fifty different kinds of teabags on the breakfast counter - there's a pile of correspondence there as well, flashing his birth name on the front, but he's too distracted to think about that detail at the moment. His guitar is still at his back though, because his baby must sleep in its proper place.
"Aaaaalright, super quick tour." Moving to the center of the living area, he starts pointing at the different sections as he mentions them. "Kitchen, laundry room, balcony -obviously-, bedroom, bathroom, and studio. I need to wash the paint off and change, but meanwhile, get yourself comfortable! Grab whatever you want from the kitchen, turn on the tv if you want," he says as he disappears into the little hallway. The studio door is opened just enough to leave his guitar inside before he moves into his bedroom, where he raises his voice to continue to talk Geralt even then. "Would you like to borrow some comfortable clothes? I'm not sure if I have anything that fits you, but it can't hurt to try!"
If Geralt decides to open the fridge, he'll find some small bottles of craft beer, but no wine - that's only because fine wine doesn't go in the fridge, you monster! There's a tray, however, with the pastries Jaskier mentioned, and they look just like the Instagram picture showed them: the wonkiest kolaczkis in history, their shape barely keeping itself together, but at least they aren't burnt. There's something Jaskier didn't mention, though, right there on the tray as well - brownies. Those look much better, and they hadn't been included on the picture.
And there's a reason for that: they are not the innocent kind of brownie...