[ Swept up into the widening swath of effortless movement at Jaskier's hand, Blake's hardly able to register all the happenings (or maybe a bit too star-struck to properly try). His attempts to obtain a swift answer — something that should only take seconds of the minutes promised — are stifled expertly and before he can even get a word out, he's seated and being stared at expectantly for the very order Jaskier's encouraged.
A whatever he's having is the best Blake manages before recentering himself and clearing his throat. ]
Your music gets stuck in my head all the time. Catchy stuff.
[ Maybe he shouldn't have interrupted what is clearly this man's work. Or maybe he should get to the point and not waste any more of Jaskier's time. Either way, Blake feels crushed beneath the fascinating war between seeking quick answers and seeing where this goes. ]
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A whatever he's having is the best Blake manages before recentering himself and clearing his throat. ]
Your music gets stuck in my head all the time. Catchy stuff.
[ Maybe he shouldn't have interrupted what is clearly this man's work. Or maybe he should get to the point and not waste any more of Jaskier's time. Either way, Blake feels crushed beneath the fascinating war between seeking quick answers and seeing where this goes. ]