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[ He should explain a bit. ]

By guards.

So? Am I supposed to be impressed? That's no excuse! Tell them you have somewhere to be!

Yes, they'll unlock my cell at once
when I explain I am needed to look at

fucking trees.

Oh. You're in a jail? Why didn't you just bloody say that?

-- wait, who did you kill this time?

And you got caught? This is rather humiliating for the both of us, you know.

Edited 2023-02-02 17:54 (UTC)

[While Jaskier can presumably feel Geralt's judgement from miles away, it has never once stopped him or affected him in any measurable way. At any point in his life.]

I'm waiting. You have to use your big-boy words.

[ He knows exactly what Jaskier is fishing for, and no, he will not apologize for being jailed at an inconvenient time. ]

Tell the others not to worry.
I'll be home in a few days.

Unless your trees are important enough
for you to cough up some gold.

Let it be known you live up to the fucking name of shite wolf.

I'm coming, you faithless, corpulent fopdoodle.

You're welcome.

Edited 2023-02-02 18:09 (UTC)

I'm still very, very cross with you. This is what you decided to do? On all possible days? Your murder couldn't have waited for tomorrow? It was that important?

[The writing style of his words changes, as if there is a mocking voice to go with it.]

OH, DON'T WORRY, JASKIER. I THINK THE DAYS YOU SPENT MUSTERING UP THAT COIN, THROUGH HARD WORK AND YOUR ENORMOUS CREATIVE POTENTIAL AND FANTASTIC COCK, ARE NOT EVEN WORTH AN HOUR OF MY TIME. BECAUSE I'M SO BIG AND SCARY AND IMPORTANT.

Edited 2023-02-02 18:12 (UTC)

Let's just say you're fucking lucky this jail is not at the bottom of a mountain, you fucking ass.

I SPENT THREE WEEKS GROWING THOSE FUCKING TREES.

I'm soooooo sorry that seeing another plane of existence and almost getting killed by every stupid creature on this sphere is SO FANTASTICALLY IMPRESSIVE that your best friend GROWING TREES FROM LITERALLY NOTHING through the power of MAGIC that he HONED HIMSELF is not THAT INTERESTING.

And now that I think about it, it's not about the fucking trees! It was a memorial, you dullard! Excuse me for my assumption you may have any concern for the work I do on aiding the people of this sphere!

[Sometime later, when Jaskier is closer.]

I made sure to size an apron for you for the flower stand. In which I expect you to work. To repay me. Because this bribe is not bloody cheap.

I will not wear an apron.
Leave me in here.

[ He's choosing jail over an apron. ]

Geralt, please. Now you're just being petty.

[When Jaskier finally shows up behind a guard, opening up the cell containing his would-be friend (Jaskier is estimating whether this friendship is really worth his time in the most annoyed manner possible), his hair is puffed up and frazzled, as if his hand has run several times through it on his way here.

(It has. With anger, then annoyance, then the smallest amount of worry, back to anger, and back to annoyance, ending only slightly flattened on top with acceptance.) He has a coat on, but it's been hastily pulled over a wrinkled undershirt still stained with dirt. Of course he'd been putting some final touches on the park while he'd been waiting, because he simply could not just stand there and do nothing, even while waiting.

Jaskier gives the guard a stunning smile, slipping a coin into her hand.] I do appreciate the help. You've been a dream to work with. And very easy on the eyes, by the way --

[She walks away with a glare. Jaskier rolls his eyes behind her back, turning to Geralt in the cell. A shockingly familiar sight, except he was on the other end of it.

Surrounded by friends. He is not surprised Geralt has made absolutely zero friends whilst here.]

How the tables do turn, hmm? I'm sure you're aware I'm the only sod on this godsforsaken plane that is stupid enough to release you from imprisonment without even a single thanks in return.

[ Does it surprise him he's found himself behind bars? Not nearly. Only a matter of time. Frankly, a handful of days is but a blink. Slight annoyance. His company's unpleasant, though no one locked in with him is inclined to give him shit. He figures if anyone's looking for him, they'll send him a message and then he'll, mm. Tell them what happened. Otherwise—he was simply going to wait the sentence out.

It's fine. Could be worse.

Surprises him none, either, that Jaskier is the one to set him loose. He'd not forgotten the meeting. He just. Other things on his mind. And sure—he owes Jaskier one for paying the gold. But only because he knows better than to tell the bard to save his damn coin and leave him here. He's been shouted at enough.

Geralt is, to no one's shock, meditating when Jaskier arrives. A burly man in the corner glares at him, which Geralt firmly ignores. He cracks open an eye, then the other. One brow lifts. His expression turns wry. ]

Thank you.

[ He can be nice. ]

[For a moment, Jaskier looks annoyed by the thanks, but it eventually turns into a smile. He huffs a breath, standing to the side of the cell door while he waits for the Witcher to finally come out.

As if he would ever leave him in there. Despite Geralt's protests. Despite how good it may feel. For a bit.]

You're welcome. [Even if he knows Geralt's only done it for the sake of being petty -- of doing what isn't expected of him. Very childish, by the way. Jaskier nudges his head towards the exit so the guard may return to her post before she gets pissy with them. Even the coin he'd put in her hand hadn't led to even a hint of a smile.]

Don't get too gracious. I'm still upset with you. What did you do?

[ Geralt steps over a slumbering woman sprawled across the exit. There's dust in his hair, flecks of blood. A healing cut up the side of his palm from a hungry basilisk. The guards had cornered him as soon as he arrived at the house. Barely had a chance to stable Roach. Lost his boot knife to them.

Food wasn't near as nice as Thorne's dungeons, either. ]

Mm. [ He walks. Waits until they're out of earshot off the guards. Or, the one guard, in particular. Geralt failed to endear her towards him. ] Killed a few brigands.

[ Nothing special—circumstances aside. But no one would know that except he and Nadine. Awhile ago, wasn't it? He can't say why they came for him now when they had a clear description this whole fucking time. He isn't difficult to find. Perhaps there's something they're searching for. He isn't the only one who's been taken aside as of late.

Speaking of. ]

Tell Nadine to be careful. They asked who I was with.

Edited 2023-02-05 10:32 (UTC)

[Jaskier glances behind them, then back to Geralt. There's nothing but a sort of distant annoyance on his expression now.] That's it?

[Even with how long he's been living here, he cannot believe Cadens has so much extra judicial time to waste on arresting people for killing bandits. And this is the second time he's heard of it. With the people he associates with involved. Jaskier may be sensing a trend, but --

Hm. It's interesting. That's all.

But knowing Geralt, actually --]

You left a mess behind, didn't you? [Ah. That would do it. With he and Ciri, there had been nothing left behind, really. And it'd been in the desert. If this was closer -- and god knows Geralt would've just sat there instead of tell anyway, the complete buffoon --]

Nadine? [Now his gaze laser-focuses in on Geralt, stepping in front of him as they walk to be directly in front of him, walking backwards.] Are you joking with me? Do say you're joking.

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annnd done.

no I lied one more

now I'm really, truly done

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I'm absolutely done

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