The benefits of flirting with a handsome-- cock? Jaskier says that a bit strangely when he turns around, looking at Geralt for the first time since he got out of the shower. Geralt isn't surprised that Jaskier both avoided physical exercise like the plague and also stole shirts from men that he flirted with, but is that what British people called handsome men? They call girls birds sometimes, like how people in the US sometimes called them chicks, is this the male equivalent of that?
Jaskier drops his spoon and doesn't seem to notice, as he's too preoccupied at staring at Geralt. He probably looks a little stupid in this whole getup, considering that most of it doesn't fit him right, but it seems a little rude to stare. He's apparently trying not to be too rude, though, because he stops staring after a moment or two and has to crouch down to pick up the spoon that he dropped and also stepped on. He goes back to his tea with vigor, then asks a few rapid-fire questions in that very Jaskier fashion. Still seems to be a bit odd, though-- maybe he had a brownie while Geralt was in the shower? It wouldn't be that strange, it's never fun to be the lone sober person.
"No, I never went." He barely graduated high school, nevertheless had the kind of aptitude to go to university. And definitely not to one of the fancy ones, like Oxford. Geralt doesn't know much about it, other than the fact that it's basically the British equivalent of Ivy League. "And, uh, sure? If it's not any trouble."
He'd like to have clothes that don't smell like smoke. He bends down to pick up his clothes and digs through his pockets to take out his wallet and phone so that he doesn't run them through the wash. The last thing he needs is to have to shell out for a new phone because this one went through the rinse cycle and couldn't handle it like his old Nokia brick could.
Smartphones could do a lot of things, but, really, they sucked at durability. No one ever needed a waterproof, shock-resistant whatever the fuck else case for a Nokia.
Then he brings his stuff over to toss in the machine and gives Jaskier a bit of a look, scrutinizing him despite the fact that he's still kind of high and that makes it hard to focus on anything.
"Did you eat one of those brownies? You're acting... twitchy."
A little paranoid, maybe? Some people got that way on pot.
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Jaskier drops his spoon and doesn't seem to notice, as he's too preoccupied at staring at Geralt. He probably looks a little stupid in this whole getup, considering that most of it doesn't fit him right, but it seems a little rude to stare. He's apparently trying not to be too rude, though, because he stops staring after a moment or two and has to crouch down to pick up the spoon that he dropped and also stepped on. He goes back to his tea with vigor, then asks a few rapid-fire questions in that very Jaskier fashion. Still seems to be a bit odd, though-- maybe he had a brownie while Geralt was in the shower? It wouldn't be that strange, it's never fun to be the lone sober person.
"No, I never went." He barely graduated high school, nevertheless had the kind of aptitude to go to university. And definitely not to one of the fancy ones, like Oxford. Geralt doesn't know much about it, other than the fact that it's basically the British equivalent of Ivy League. "And, uh, sure? If it's not any trouble."
He'd like to have clothes that don't smell like smoke. He bends down to pick up his clothes and digs through his pockets to take out his wallet and phone so that he doesn't run them through the wash. The last thing he needs is to have to shell out for a new phone because this one went through the rinse cycle and couldn't handle it like his old Nokia brick could.
Smartphones could do a lot of things, but, really, they sucked at durability. No one ever needed a waterproof, shock-resistant whatever the fuck else case for a Nokia.
Then he brings his stuff over to toss in the machine and gives Jaskier a bit of a look, scrutinizing him despite the fact that he's still kind of high and that makes it hard to focus on anything.
"Did you eat one of those brownies? You're acting... twitchy."
A little paranoid, maybe? Some people got that way on pot.