Geralt's huffed laughter interrupts him, and Jaskier stares at him for a second before chuckling as well. Ohoho, the weed is kicking in, isn't it? Yep, there he goes, eating the cookie with that lost in drugged thoughts look on his face. The cookie is well received, and that alone should make Jaskier happy - it does, but he's mostly smiling at Geralt's current state. He's even staying silent for once in his life just so he can hear whatever silly thing Geralt may say next.
He almost chokes on his tea when his friend fails to open the water bottle, and honestly? Jaskier ends up giggling. Geralt is being fucking adorable! Is this karma? Is this his reward for having dealt with a bigot and a stick in the wheel of his career? Because then, the price may've been worth it.
Deciding to have mercy on him, Jaskier puts down his own mug before leaning over his friend to open the bottle for him. Which is an amazing yet awful idea, because he can feel every muscle against his own body, he can sense the smell of beer and that nasty secondhand smoke on his clothes plus his breathing against his ear.
"There you go, big boy," he says as he quickly leans back and sips more tea - his throat suddenly feels pretty dry.
Watching a movie while being high is pretty standard, something he's done before even. He just doesn't expect the idea to come from Geralt himself. This is... true hanging out! Pals being pals! Mr Dilf accepting he's staying and deciding to do an activity together! Oh, joy!
"Are you kidding? I've got the perfect flick to go with those brownies!"
Jaskier is practically bouncing off the couch, that's how excited he is about this whole deal. He doesn't need to search for the right DVD case, he knows exactly where the one he wants is, because it's a favorite for both normal and high situations. Disc is popped in and with the remote control in hand, he returns to Geralt's side... but not without dimming the lights first. He's put on a comedy, not a horror or romance story - this isn't even a date. But hey, dimmed lights are preferable when watching movies, right? Especially with this flat screen plus set of speakers set-up of his. Gotta make it the real theatre experience.
That's what he tells himself anyway.
"Tell me, my dear yankee friend, have you ever been shown the true comedy genius that is Monty Python?" he asks as he sits next to Geralt, way closer than he was before. In fact, their shoulders and thighs are touching, which is completely unnecessary, because this couch is big enough to put Roach between them. It means nothing, of course, just being practical - this way he presses another cookie into Geralt's hand, like he's doing right now, right before pressing play. "Because then you're in for a ride."
Hopefully Geralt can appreciate British humor... and the fact Jaskier is reciting some lines along. Oops.
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Geralt's huffed laughter interrupts him, and Jaskier stares at him for a second before chuckling as well. Ohoho, the weed is kicking in, isn't it? Yep, there he goes, eating the cookie with that lost in drugged thoughts look on his face. The cookie is well received, and that alone should make Jaskier happy - it does, but he's mostly smiling at Geralt's current state. He's even staying silent for once in his life just so he can hear whatever silly thing Geralt may say next.
He almost chokes on his tea when his friend fails to open the water bottle, and honestly? Jaskier ends up giggling. Geralt is being fucking adorable! Is this karma? Is this his reward for having dealt with a bigot and a stick in the wheel of his career? Because then, the price may've been worth it.
Deciding to have mercy on him, Jaskier puts down his own mug before leaning over his friend to open the bottle for him. Which is an amazing yet awful idea, because he can feel every muscle against his own body, he can sense the smell of beer and that nasty secondhand smoke on his clothes plus his breathing against his ear.
"There you go, big boy," he says as he quickly leans back and sips more tea - his throat suddenly feels pretty dry.
Watching a movie while being high is pretty standard, something he's done before even. He just doesn't expect the idea to come from Geralt himself. This is... true hanging out! Pals being pals! Mr Dilf accepting he's staying and deciding to do an activity together! Oh, joy!
"Are you kidding? I've got the perfect flick to go with those brownies!"
Jaskier is practically bouncing off the couch, that's how excited he is about this whole deal. He doesn't need to search for the right DVD case, he knows exactly where the one he wants is, because it's a favorite for both normal and high situations. Disc is popped in and with the remote control in hand, he returns to Geralt's side... but not without dimming the lights first. He's put on a comedy, not a horror or romance story - this isn't even a date. But hey, dimmed lights are preferable when watching movies, right? Especially with this flat screen plus set of speakers set-up of his. Gotta make it the real theatre experience.
That's what he tells himself anyway.
"Tell me, my dear yankee friend, have you ever been shown the true comedy genius that is Monty Python?" he asks as he sits next to Geralt, way closer than he was before. In fact, their shoulders and thighs are touching, which is completely unnecessary, because this couch is big enough to put Roach between them. It means nothing, of course, just being practical - this way he presses another cookie into Geralt's hand, like he's doing right now, right before pressing play. "Because then you're in for a ride."
Hopefully Geralt can appreciate British humor... and the fact Jaskier is reciting some lines along. Oops.