"A foster dad that you just called my dad," he replies as he playfully slaps Geralt's shoulder with his comb. "I told you back in the bar, didn't I? The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. You and your brothers have only given me glimpses of your life so far but I can already tell he's done more for his kids than some sperm-donors I know that don't deserve the title of father."
That comes out more bitter than he intends it to, but he can't help it considering the environment he grew up with. It wasn't only his own dad that sucked, he had plenty of classmates that also were distracted with expensive gifts while their so-called fathers arrived home late because they were fucking their secretaries. Daddy issues were as common in his school as having the latest iPhone model.
He hopes he gets to meet Geralt's father some day, he must have some amazing stories about fostering these three little rascals.
Geralt's plan is successful, because he's read Jaskier absolutely right: that answer has him gasping and flailing his hands. This is a scandal! This himbo wants to give him a heart attack!
"Soap is NOT soap, how dare you! You, you-!" He has a good insult, he swears he does, but Geralt turns around then and- ugh. Damn his handsome smug face. Jaskier huffs. "No, I'm not done! I just finished the first step! Now turn around and let me do my job!"
Now all knots are gone, it is the turn of the cream tube next. With a little lump of white in each hand, Jaskier buries his fingers in Geralt's hair and massages it kindly - and that includes the scalp as well. He would be lying to himself if he said wasn't enjoying it - it's peaceful. Almost intimate. There is a reason why Jaskier loves making a ritual out of grooming, and he allows himself to smile at the back of Geralt's head for having achieved this little moment with him.
"You can be quite a mystery, you know," he finally confesses with a softer tone. "For every little thing that tells me you are a simple man with simple needs, you surprise me with two other things that leave me thinking for hours. Like a puzzle I'm dying to solve but at the same time I never want it to end."
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That comes out more bitter than he intends it to, but he can't help it considering the environment he grew up with. It wasn't only his own dad that sucked, he had plenty of classmates that also were distracted with expensive gifts while their so-called fathers arrived home late because they were fucking their secretaries. Daddy issues were as common in his school as having the latest iPhone model.
He hopes he gets to meet Geralt's father some day, he must have some amazing stories about fostering these three little rascals.
Geralt's plan is successful, because he's read Jaskier absolutely right: that answer has him gasping and flailing his hands. This is a scandal! This himbo wants to give him a heart attack!
"Soap is NOT soap, how dare you! You, you-!" He has a good insult, he swears he does, but Geralt turns around then and- ugh. Damn his handsome smug face. Jaskier huffs. "No, I'm not done! I just finished the first step! Now turn around and let me do my job!"
Now all knots are gone, it is the turn of the cream tube next. With a little lump of white in each hand, Jaskier buries his fingers in Geralt's hair and massages it kindly - and that includes the scalp as well. He would be lying to himself if he said wasn't enjoying it - it's peaceful. Almost intimate. There is a reason why Jaskier loves making a ritual out of grooming, and he allows himself to smile at the back of Geralt's head for having achieved this little moment with him.
"You can be quite a mystery, you know," he finally confesses with a softer tone. "For every little thing that tells me you are a simple man with simple needs, you surprise me with two other things that leave me thinking for hours. Like a puzzle I'm dying to solve but at the same time I never want it to end."