[Oh, Jaskier notices. He returns that grin with a smile of his own, already terribly fond of the little dimples that appear on the younger man's face. He's a bit of a sweetheart, isn't he? How on earth does Geralt put up with him?] You've plenty of time to prove me wrong.
[He leans against the doorway, looking as if he's actually thinkign of anything. Geralt hasn't been blocking his messages (for once), but he's already seen the cad. Knows he's working himself to sleep every night, and giving his food away to children. Utterly predictable.
In the end, he shrugs.] Tell him he's a horse's ass. He'll know what it means.
[It doesn't mean anything, but it's exceptionally funny to think someone would wander all the way to the mines to tell him it.]
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[He leans against the doorway, looking as if he's actually thinkign of anything. Geralt hasn't been blocking his messages (for once), but he's already seen the cad. Knows he's working himself to sleep every night, and giving his food away to children. Utterly predictable.
In the end, he shrugs.] Tell him he's a horse's ass. He'll know what it means.
[It doesn't mean anything, but it's exceptionally funny to think someone would wander all the way to the mines to tell him it.]