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Who: Jaskier rollstoseduce
What: New arrival tries to understand the city and tries to rescue a kitty
When: Last week of June
Where: Central city
Notes: Using this log to move Jaskier's arrival TDM prompts and organize closed threads. If you want to plot anything more specific, feel free to hit my intro comment!

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[The fact she doesn't retaliate doesn't go unnoticed - that's the reason why Jaskier dares to offer his arm at all. He's getting more daring, he realizes, after she barely meant the way she slapped his shoulder back in Oxenfurt... like it happened with the feeding, a comparison to Geralt comes to mind. Is he learning to read her? That's interesting. Perhaps a little scary too. And something he definitely doesn't want to think about sober.]

Because not every magic user is a good gu-- oi! [Jaskier yelps as she expected, although it mostly comes from his constant need to be dramatic. Some pinching is barely an annoyance, and he can tell her threat is as empty as they come. Putting up the offended act helps him hide how smug he feels about her accepting his arm and the fact he knows she won't hurt him - saying so aloud won't be appreciated, he thinks.] You're taking this personally when all I meant was a little prank between-- [Wait.] You know. [Friends, he's supposed to say, and he's never been shy of using that word around Geralt, yet it feels weird to use it for them. Sweet, sweet irony! Jaskier shrugs, trying to make it look as if it wasn't a big deal.] Wolf babysitters.

[...smooth, Jaskier. Really smooth.

He may be the one that offered his arm and a tour yet she's the one guiding them down the hall - it isn't surprising, really, even if she's smaller than him, she's always had the power to command a room. Besides, he doesn't mind a woman in control, it's just he's never been so casually on her radar before, at least not without some shit going on (see: Oxenfurt and Kaer Morhen). Dodging the word doesn't mean he isn't aware they pretty much started a friendship, and it's different to actually act on it without the world about to end around them. Almost... cute, he realizes with a little smile on his face. Oh, she'd kill him for that thought.

(Or would she? Fuck, her presence has no right to be this grounding.)

At the question, he takes out the chocolate bar from his pocket.] They call it "chocolate", it's made from a bean. They make these bars- [After getting a piece for himself, he passes the bar to her.] -sometimes mixed with nuts, jam or cookies, but they also melt it or make powder to use in sweet and pastries. If it isn't the most exquisite thing you've ever tasted, I'll eat my own bloody hat. [It sounds like an exaggeration (he is prone to hyperbole after all) but he actually means it.] Everything here tastes so much richer, even the foods we already know from our realm. That chilly box in your room? Have you used it? Because cold ale is an euphoric experience. [He suddenly remembers something and he chuckles before leaning in to speak lowly near her ear.] They even make edible smallclothes!

[As usual, the horny bard has priorities.]

[choicely]

[ Once she has Jaskier pinned against her side, and after giving voice to that initial threat of feigned seriousness, most of the tension in Yennefer drops — but she doesn't necessarily surrender his arm now that she has it, maintaining a relaxed linking between them as they start roaming down the hall, her fingers absently straying across the line of his forearm. It briefly occurs to her to ask whether he has already encountered magic users who assert themselves from the position of evil — or "bad guys," as he'd so succinctly put it — but she's more focused on leading them out of the hotel and toward the lobby, only somewhat breaking stride as he passes the chocolate bar to her after securing a smaller piece off the whole for himself. ]

So it's a confection of some kind. [ She manages to unwrap the bar a little more even with her arm loosely threaded through his, though rather than use her fingers to snap off a smaller section, she takes a definitive bite directly from it, finding that she's able to do so easily. She might not be able to eat a substantial amount of this, she thinks, without feeling sick to her stomach — it is rich, richer than a lot of things on the Continent, so leave it to Jaskier to have discovered it almost immediately.

She finds that compared to his professions, she's fine with simply walking and letting him be the one mostly responsible for filling any silence — he's someone she can count on for that — but it does prove a lot of information for her to take in, especially that last part, and she doesn't recoil so much as start backward when he whispers it in her ear. ]

What possible reason could anyone have for purchasing something like that? [ A beat, as her gaze drifts over to him. ] Don't tell me you've already bought some.

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[It's not a question, but he still replies with a yep, exaggerating the p-sound just for the sake of it. Yennefer takes control of their walk but lets Jaskier talk to his heart's content, not even making an annoyed face, and he can't even begin to explain how much he appreciates it. To be fair, he's dumping information she doesn't have, and she may find that useful - who knows how she may react to his mindless kind of babbling while they're shopping.

And isn't that a thought? He's going shopping with motherfucking Yennefer of Vengerberg, who would've thought? As far as he knows, she has a taste for fine things just like him, so he's actually curious to see if she makes a better shopping buddy than Geralt. (Although at least the witcher always made for a great bag carrier.)

Her actual question comes right before they cross the hotel door, so when Jaskier laughs, he does it in the middle of the street, getting the attention of some passerbys. Not that he cares, he loves attention.]

Considering the context of our first meeting-- [He waggles his eyebrows.] I wouldn't have thought I had to explain to you the use of such thing. For the record, I have not purchased some - curious as I may be, I need to consider the pros and cons of putting sticky sugar against my hair.

[He wiggles his fingers in front of his bit of exposed chest to indicate his body hair, implying he's hairy everywhere without having to get crass. ...and speaking of crass...]

I have purchased other special paraphernalia, if you catch my meaning. [Wink~] They have whole stores dedicated to it. This society of theirs is far from conservative - it beats even the most modern thinkers I met in Oxenfurt. [And you don't get wilder than Oxenfurt, really. To prove his point, he guides their walk towards a clothing shop with summer outfits on display. There are short skirts and bikinis, and even if he's been here a month, he still looks at them with awe.] Sometimes I wonder how much of these designs is inspired by freedom and how much comes from just good old horniness.

[choicely]

No one was making use of edible undergarments in Rinde. [ In fact, if memory serves, there were little to no pairs of underwear still present on the day in question, since most of the people in attendance had parted ways with those layers long before. His direct gesturing to the exposure of chest created by the cut of his shirt does succeed in briefly drawing her attention to said area, though she quickly diverts her gaze outward in front of them, especially since she has the opportunity to turn her focus to alternate sights.

It's enough to lead her view away from him, although she hasn't abandoned the clutch of his arm, keeping them linked together under the guise of wanting to keep him from wandering off should he become too distracted — which, given her longtime knowledge of Jaskier, isn't out of the realm of possibility.

Of course, her eyes snap back to his profile as soon as he makes mention of having procured other items from clothing, squinting at him until the implication of what he's getting at dawns over her. ]

It's a wholly different sphere, of course they'd be changed from — [ When he stops in front of the display of garments in the window, she lingers at his side, eyes perusing over it as he continues. ] Sometimes the two often go hand-in-hand, what people pursue when they're given the utmost freedom to do so.