He's been in other worlds. Bloody hell, now that sounds like a story - one that deserves way more than a wave of the hand (of course it wasn't willingly, that sure sounds like Geralt-shenanigans). The urge to take out his notebook hits him again, and so does the need to fucking run when the witcher makes his next two questions.
Bollocks.
After twenty years of not being asked anything, this is when he finally gets a Geralt that doesn't let a topic drop. What happened to blessed silence? Getting more and more nervous, Jaskier starts tapping the teacup with his spoon, matching the rhythm of his bouncing leg. He doesn't know how to navigate this Geralt - then again, did he ever really know how to navigate any Geralt?
If life could give me one blessing...
Probably not.
"No." It's all he says before moving on, trying to still dance around the subject because he's nothing but stubborn and determined. "If it wasn't an accident and that witch sent me here through a portal with purpose, can't we just hire another to do the same in return?"
Because if he stays here any longer he's going to freaking explode.
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Bollocks.
After twenty years of not being asked anything, this is when he finally gets a Geralt that doesn't let a topic drop. What happened to blessed silence? Getting more and more nervous, Jaskier starts tapping the teacup with his spoon, matching the rhythm of his bouncing leg. He doesn't know how to navigate this Geralt - then again, did he ever really know how to navigate any Geralt?
If life could give me one blessing...
Probably not.
"No." It's all he says before moving on, trying to still dance around the subject because he's nothing but stubborn and determined. "If it wasn't an accident and that witch sent me here through a portal with purpose, can't we just hire another to do the same in return?"
Because if he stays here any longer he's going to freaking explode.