He hears that huffed laugh, don't even try to hide it, mister. It's such a beautiful sound, Jaskier wishes he could hear it more often. Considering how Geralt has been showing more smiles and kindness since they reunited, maybe that's another real possibility in their future.
"The floor?" Frowning, he turns his head to look at Geralt as if he had asked for piss in his ale. "We've shared beds ten times smaller than this, don't be silly."
And to make his point, he rests his body on its side to free some room on the bed, lute still hanging on his back without a care, Geralt's big black cloak almost a blanket of its own. They've shared sleeping arrangements in a variety of places, both normal and extremely weird, from swamps to inn beds. Not to mention the fact Jaskier has been cuddling the hell out of the witcher since his rescue, and he isn't planning to do so any time soon. It's been a blessing in a variety of ways: it keeps his nightmares away, helps bring sleep faster thanks to the sense of security, and of course, it makes him happy to simply touch Geralt. There's also the fact the mutagens make him a walking furnace, perfect for the autumn chill.
"I'm not talking about my rules - you already know how to live with me." He explains as he pats the spot on the mattress next to him, trying to get Geralt to truly test the bed. And isn't that a stomach turning thought? They've always been 'travel companions', which isn't really 'living together'... or is it? Jaskier would like to think it is. "I meant the university's rules. Maids clean these rooms, Geralt, and I know you don't like other people touching your stuff. So don't leave anything on the floor or the bed. Desk, trunk and wardrobe are safe. If you want anything to be sent to clean, leave it in the basket by the door. You'll hear the bells that announce the different meals of the day, if you don't show up on time then you don't get a second chance..." He shrugs and grins. "Except we all sneak into the kitchens anyway. You can ask for baths before breakfast or after dinner unless it's an emergency. And considering I've seen the insane researchers at the chemistry department get multiple baths a day because of badly prepared potions, I think they'll make an exception for you too if you end up covered in monster guts. Library is open most of the day if you're curious." He then tosses something to Geralt - a spare set of keys. "Any questions, dear witcher?"
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"The floor?" Frowning, he turns his head to look at Geralt as if he had asked for piss in his ale. "We've shared beds ten times smaller than this, don't be silly."
And to make his point, he rests his body on its side to free some room on the bed, lute still hanging on his back without a care, Geralt's big black cloak almost a blanket of its own. They've shared sleeping arrangements in a variety of places, both normal and extremely weird, from swamps to inn beds. Not to mention the fact Jaskier has been cuddling the hell out of the witcher since his rescue, and he isn't planning to do so any time soon. It's been a blessing in a variety of ways: it keeps his nightmares away, helps bring sleep faster thanks to the sense of security, and of course, it makes him happy to simply touch Geralt. There's also the fact the mutagens make him a walking furnace, perfect for the autumn chill.
"I'm not talking about my rules - you already know how to live with me." He explains as he pats the spot on the mattress next to him, trying to get Geralt to truly test the bed. And isn't that a stomach turning thought? They've always been 'travel companions', which isn't really 'living together'... or is it? Jaskier would like to think it is. "I meant the university's rules. Maids clean these rooms, Geralt, and I know you don't like other people touching your stuff. So don't leave anything on the floor or the bed. Desk, trunk and wardrobe are safe. If you want anything to be sent to clean, leave it in the basket by the door. You'll hear the bells that announce the different meals of the day, if you don't show up on time then you don't get a second chance..." He shrugs and grins. "Except we all sneak into the kitchens anyway. You can ask for baths before breakfast or after dinner unless it's an emergency. And considering I've seen the insane researchers at the chemistry department get multiple baths a day because of badly prepared potions, I think they'll make an exception for you too if you end up covered in monster guts. Library is open most of the day if you're curious." He then tosses something to Geralt - a spare set of keys. "Any questions, dear witcher?"