Geralt stared at her warmly, before shoving some of the food in his mouth again. He was actually famished, despite how much he'd eaten at the festival.
"You don't have to sell me on it. I want to be there. All I ask is you don't judge me for using your bath products."
He actually liked them. He knew the other witchers, especially Vesemir, would have given him hell for it. But Geralt had a hidden taste for luxury. And shit that smelled great.
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Date: 2017-10-29 03:47 am (UTC)Geralt stared at her warmly, before shoving some of the food in his mouth again. He was actually famished, despite how much he'd eaten at the festival.
"You don't have to sell me on it. I want to be there. All I ask is you don't judge me for using your bath products."
He actually liked them. He knew the other witchers, especially Vesemir, would have given him hell for it. But Geralt had a hidden taste for luxury. And shit that smelled great.