Who: Geralt of Rivia and Jaskier. What: Just talking. Grumpiness. Where: Geralt's. When: Friday, February 4. Warnings: Grumpy Geralt. Status: Closed.
Jaskier had promised he would look after Ciri. As though he was going to not look after the teenager. They were in a strange time, in a strange town. Someone had to look after her. Not that Geralt was doing a poor job, because he wasn't. There were just times Geralt wasn't in the apartment, so Jaskier stayed with Ciri.
He was currently lounging on the couch in Geralt's apartment, half-asleep. It was late, and Jaskier couldn't stay up all night. Besides, Ciri had to sleep sometimes too, right?
Right.
He heard the front door open, and was awake immediately. He had to make sure a certain teenager wasn't trying to sneak out past him. When he sat up, his gaze fell on a blonde. Not the blonde he thought it was going to be. "Oh it's just you," he said, before collapsing back onto the couch. "What took you so long and are you still grumpy?"