Fuck, this whole thing surely is getting out of hand if even Geralt of all people, while being bloody high, notices something. He truly is being a creep, isn't he? So much in fact that Geralt thinks he's also high. Damn. Mixed signals or not, that's crossing a line. And Jaskier may be many things (loud, annoying, a freaking slut) but an asshole towards people's boundaries isn't one.
A deep breath and a sip of his tea later, he finally turns to look at Geralt, determined not to fuck things up. Eyes up here becomes his new mantra, and he makes sure to never lower his eyes again not to stumble into another awkward moment.
"Not trouble at all! My turn to return the favor, isn't it?" Ticks back then, cigarette smell this time - both nasty things as far as Jaskier is concerned. He shakes his head. "No, I'm not high, I'm just--"
A dumbass.
Crushing hard.
A slut.
All of the above, really.
"--distracted. Sorry about that," he finally adds as he throws the clothes in the washer. "Trust me, you would know if I was high. Or drunk. Which connects nicely to the topic of my uni years, actually. The stories I could tell you!"
Would Geralt be interested in those? Jaskier doesn't care he didn't go to college, but it can be a touchy topic for some people - even boring for others. Of course there is no story of Jaskier's that could be considered boring, but one can never tell with Geralt.
With the clothes in the washer, tea mug back in his hand and his body finally calming down, Jask clasps Geralt's shoulder, gently nudging him to return to the living room together.
"Come on, mate, let's try to relax and get comfortable properly this ti--" He interrupts himself with a gasp when his fingers brush Geralt's wet locks. Is he seeing this correctly? Fucking mountain man. "Bloody hell, Geralt, you didn't use the hairdryer? I bet you didn't even comb it, you wild oaf! Were you planning to go to sleep like this? You would be a matted wolf in the morning!"
Grumbling about the lack of proper grooming, Jaskier pushes his mug into Geralt's hand before rushing into the bathroom. He comes back later with a comb, a brush and some kind of cream tube, which are all dropped on the couch before he sits down and pats the spot next to him.
"Come, sit. Let's show your lovely starlight hair what actually caring for it feels like."
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A deep breath and a sip of his tea later, he finally turns to look at Geralt, determined not to fuck things up. Eyes up here becomes his new mantra, and he makes sure to never lower his eyes again not to stumble into another awkward moment.
"Not trouble at all! My turn to return the favor, isn't it?" Ticks back then, cigarette smell this time - both nasty things as far as Jaskier is concerned. He shakes his head. "No, I'm not high, I'm just--"
A dumbass.
Crushing hard.
A slut.
All of the above, really.
"--distracted. Sorry about that," he finally adds as he throws the clothes in the washer. "Trust me, you would know if I was high. Or drunk. Which connects nicely to the topic of my uni years, actually. The stories I could tell you!"
Would Geralt be interested in those? Jaskier doesn't care he didn't go to college, but it can be a touchy topic for some people - even boring for others. Of course there is no story of Jaskier's that could be considered boring, but one can never tell with Geralt.
With the clothes in the washer, tea mug back in his hand and his body finally calming down, Jask clasps Geralt's shoulder, gently nudging him to return to the living room together.
"Come on, mate, let's try to relax and get comfortable properly this ti--" He interrupts himself with a gasp when his fingers brush Geralt's wet locks. Is he seeing this correctly? Fucking mountain man. "Bloody hell, Geralt, you didn't use the hairdryer? I bet you didn't even comb it, you wild oaf! Were you planning to go to sleep like this? You would be a matted wolf in the morning!"
Grumbling about the lack of proper grooming, Jaskier pushes his mug into Geralt's hand before rushing into the bathroom. He comes back later with a comb, a brush and some kind of cream tube, which are all dropped on the couch before he sits down and pats the spot next to him.
"Come, sit. Let's show your lovely starlight hair what actually caring for it feels like."