It would, really, take far more than a thrown journal to hurt Geralt, or really to hurt the journal, either. As for why he might throw things, well... Geralt can be a frustrating person sometimes. He has, occasionally, seen fit to grab a pillow and pummel the witcher for a little while to vent said frustrations. And while Jaskier's emotional outbursts are annoying, they never seem to veer into anything that's actually harmful.
And if Claude is looking for some kind of enlightenment about Jaskier's moods from Geralt, he's... come to the wrong place.
"No," he replies, because, well. It wasn't right after prom, technically all of that shit was still going down. "It was right after Felix cracked me over the head with his pommel. The evening's entertainment--" sarcasm, that "--wasn't over yet."
Does that count as being injured? It was just a concussion, after all, and that's basically nothing. He's surely fought with concussions before. He's probably fought when he's had all sorts of near-fatal maladies, that's just what witchers do. Worrying about something like that is like... fussing over scraped knees or something. Probably.
"I've been injured worse. A little concussion never killed anybody," he says with the confidence of a man who, up until very recently, had superhuman healing abilities. "And I doubt he could've thrown hard enough to damage the journal, either."
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Date: 2021-08-11 02:47 am (UTC)And if Claude is looking for some kind of enlightenment about Jaskier's moods from Geralt, he's... come to the wrong place.
"No," he replies, because, well. It wasn't right after prom, technically all of that shit was still going down. "It was right after Felix cracked me over the head with his pommel. The evening's entertainment--" sarcasm, that "--wasn't over yet."
Does that count as being injured? It was just a concussion, after all, and that's basically nothing. He's surely fought with concussions before. He's probably fought when he's had all sorts of near-fatal maladies, that's just what witchers do. Worrying about something like that is like... fussing over scraped knees or something. Probably.
"I've been injured worse. A little concussion never killed anybody," he says with the confidence of a man who, up until very recently, had superhuman healing abilities. "And I doubt he could've thrown hard enough to damage the journal, either."