it's okay, Geralt, no need to make up excuses to see me 😉 see you at three then! ✌
That's a yes on the picnic, then, and Geralt is even providing dessert. Jaskier grins widely at his screen - could this mean something? He won't let his hopes go up, not yet, but it's good to see things are progressing. This is another point on the 'he wants us to hang out' column.
After a nice shower, Jaskier chooses more casual, lighter clothes to fit the summer heat and the informality of a picnic. He ends up with a silly yet very cute t-shirt under an open red flannel shirt, his sunglasses hanging on the shirt's pocket, tight jeans as always. He already has a bottle of fine wine at home, so he puts it, a couple of glasses and a simple yellow tablecloth in his tote bag, which gets a little heavier when a box of finger sandwiches joins the previous items later. The guitar also comes, of course, can't leave his baby at home!
When he makes it to the ranch, he can't help staying against the door of the stables at first, admiring... well. The view. Geralt's muscles always flex just right whenever he's tacking up Roach - who cares about the trail, really, Jaskier could stay here and just watch ranch DILF tack up horses all day long.
(And maybe he could be tacked up for a ride too--)
Geralt has other plans though. Indeed, there's no greeting, but Jaskier doesn't mind. On the contrary, it makes him feel like a friend. There's no performative business welcome, just normal conversation, as if they had just been texting two seconds ago. Geralt probably doesn't mean it that way, Jaskier suspects - if there's something he's learned about the man in their interactions so far, it's that he has some issues socializing. But precisely because of that, he doubts any client can just show up in the stables like this. Another good sign.
"My trusted stallion, abandoned!" Jaskier exclaims with a hand on his chest. But being dramatic doesn't stop him from leaving aside his things for a moment to start working on his tacking up as well. "Don't worry, my new friend, you can always count on me. We shall have a lovely ride together, and you and Roach can graze while Geralt and I have our little picnic. Right, Geralt?" He turns to the man with his head tilted. "What was it you mentioned about fruit anyway? Can we share those with the horses?"
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see you at three then! ✌
That's a yes on the picnic, then, and Geralt is even providing dessert. Jaskier grins widely at his screen - could this mean something? He won't let his hopes go up, not yet, but it's good to see things are progressing. This is another point on the 'he wants us to hang out' column.
After a nice shower, Jaskier chooses more casual, lighter clothes to fit the summer heat and the informality of a picnic. He ends up with a silly yet very cute t-shirt under an open red flannel shirt, his sunglasses hanging on the shirt's pocket, tight jeans as always. He already has a bottle of fine wine at home, so he puts it, a couple of glasses and a simple yellow tablecloth in his tote bag, which gets a little heavier when a box of finger sandwiches joins the previous items later. The guitar also comes, of course, can't leave his baby at home!
When he makes it to the ranch, he can't help staying against the door of the stables at first, admiring... well. The view. Geralt's muscles always flex just right whenever he's tacking up Roach - who cares about the trail, really, Jaskier could stay here and just watch ranch DILF tack up horses all day long.
(And maybe he could be tacked up for a ride too--)
Geralt has other plans though. Indeed, there's no greeting, but Jaskier doesn't mind. On the contrary, it makes him feel like a friend. There's no performative business welcome, just normal conversation, as if they had just been texting two seconds ago. Geralt probably doesn't mean it that way, Jaskier suspects - if there's something he's learned about the man in their interactions so far, it's that he has some issues socializing. But precisely because of that, he doubts any client can just show up in the stables like this. Another good sign.
"My trusted stallion, abandoned!" Jaskier exclaims with a hand on his chest. But being dramatic doesn't stop him from leaving aside his things for a moment to start working on his tacking up as well. "Don't worry, my new friend, you can always count on me. We shall have a lovely ride together, and you and Roach can graze while Geralt and I have our little picnic. Right, Geralt?" He turns to the man with his head tilted. "What was it you mentioned about fruit anyway? Can we share those with the horses?"