[ Blake huffs, arms crossing. Two can play at this game. ]
And I'm startin' to see my physique's wasted on you. [ He raises an eyebrow, challenging, mocking. ] Yes?
[ His expression leans cocky and he gestures over nothing at all, far too apt to use his hands to say all the things he won't. Like how this feels sporting and silly and not a personal as it could be. Honestly, he likes Jaskier's music far more than he's willing to say now that he's met the man and knows his shameless need for attention and praise. He's cute even when he's perturbed. ]
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And I'm startin' to see my physique's wasted on you. [ He raises an eyebrow, challenging, mocking. ] Yes?
[ His expression leans cocky and he gestures over nothing at all, far too apt to use his hands to say all the things he won't. Like how this feels sporting and silly and not a personal as it could be. Honestly, he likes Jaskier's music far more than he's willing to say now that he's met the man and knows his shameless need for attention and praise. He's cute even when he's perturbed. ]