Geralt woke slowly, groggily even, and Jaskier tried very hard to strangle the frustrated sounds that wanted to creep out of his throat. He idly rubbed the wrist Geralt had all but pulverized as he came out of his post party stupor and clamoured out of bed. The moonlight streaming in mitigated the pitch darkness, somewhat, but Jaskier still fumbled as he cast about blindly for his pants and boots.
"It is time, my hungover friend, for us to make a hasty exit."
Jaskier tried to sound singsong about their current situation, but it was a hell of an ordeal to explain and speaking a disgruntled spouse's name aloud tended to summon them, in his experience. In this instance, Jaskier truly wanted nothing less than to be confronted with that...well, witch.
He shuddered as he finished doing up his fly and reached for a boot.
"Come on, come on, Geralt--" Jaskier hissed. The sounds of crashing waves were more ominous than not, frankly, and he had a truly awful time ignoring them.
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"It is time, my hungover friend, for us to make a hasty exit."
Jaskier tried to sound singsong about their current situation, but it was a hell of an ordeal to explain and speaking a disgruntled spouse's name aloud tended to summon them, in his experience. In this instance, Jaskier truly wanted nothing less than to be confronted with that...well, witch.
He shuddered as he finished doing up his fly and reached for a boot.
"Come on, come on, Geralt--" Jaskier hissed. The sounds of crashing waves were more ominous than not, frankly, and he had a truly awful time ignoring them.