He hated me from the moment he saw me, so excuse me for doubting my personality or his preemptive defense have anything to do with it. [A snort.] You? Refusing to read into people's actions? Well, color me surprised.
[He wants to say more - he should say more, but again, he's aware he's playing with fire. Anything else he may say has the potential to be used against him.
And now it's Jaskier's turn to cock an eyebrow at Claude for that comment.] As much as I appreciate the sentiment, my dear, please also don't offend any witcher that may show up and isn't so important to me. They deserve better.
[Well, perhaps not all of them, he's heard some nasty stuff about the Cats... but the point still stands.
Claude's question is a difficult one, a question that has spawned more than one argument. Jaskier sighs as he stares at the empty mug in his hands, lost in thought for a moment. So much to say about it, where to begin? What would count as breaking Geralt's trust? As much as he sings about the witcher, Jaskier still hasn't actually put any secrets in his songs. But some things should be well understood by the people, he thinks, in order for Geralt to have a better life.]
Because he thinks it's what he deserves. He may not be a human but I promise you, there's more humanity in him than in both of us combined.
[The thing about Jaskier is that he's very prone to emotional whiplash - he can go from one mood to the other in seconds. And he does exactly that right now, serious face beaming as it looks up at the mention of--] A gift? For me?
[He grabs the Pokéball and releases... a cute little red guy that now stands in the middle of the table, showing off his sparkly color for them as his antennae hit each other to produce the music Claude mentioned. Jaskier laughs and claps his hands together, delighted as he can be.]
Oh, listen to him! A little living percussion box! And he sparkles, too! Don't think I don't know how rare those are. We shall make lots of music together, my new friend. [The Kricketot nods with a happy chirp before Jaskier sends him back to his Pokéball, followed by leaning over the table again to peck Claude's cheek.] Thank you, darling. I must say, such a gift deserves proper compensation. [Wink~] I think you should get extra pickings at the store.
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[He wants to say more - he should say more, but again, he's aware he's playing with fire. Anything else he may say has the potential to be used against him.
And now it's Jaskier's turn to cock an eyebrow at Claude for that comment.] As much as I appreciate the sentiment, my dear, please also don't offend any witcher that may show up and isn't so important to me. They deserve better.
[Well, perhaps not all of them, he's heard some nasty stuff about the Cats... but the point still stands.
Claude's question is a difficult one, a question that has spawned more than one argument. Jaskier sighs as he stares at the empty mug in his hands, lost in thought for a moment. So much to say about it, where to begin? What would count as breaking Geralt's trust? As much as he sings about the witcher, Jaskier still hasn't actually put any secrets in his songs. But some things should be well understood by the people, he thinks, in order for Geralt to have a better life.]
Because he thinks it's what he deserves. He may not be a human but I promise you, there's more humanity in him than in both of us combined.
[The thing about Jaskier is that he's very prone to emotional whiplash - he can go from one mood to the other in seconds. And he does exactly that right now, serious face beaming as it looks up at the mention of--] A gift? For me?
[He grabs the Pokéball and releases... a cute little red guy that now stands in the middle of the table, showing off his sparkly color for them as his antennae hit each other to produce the music Claude mentioned. Jaskier laughs and claps his hands together, delighted as he can be.]
Oh, listen to him! A little living percussion box! And he sparkles, too! Don't think I don't know how rare those are. We shall make lots of music together, my new friend. [The Kricketot nods with a happy chirp before Jaskier sends him back to his Pokéball, followed by leaning over the table again to peck Claude's cheek.] Thank you, darling. I must say, such a gift deserves proper compensation. [Wink~] I think you should get extra pickings at the store.