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I am / not / wearing that. how am I supposed to fight in it ?
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@bardelion ( . . . ) I’m not sure how well I’ll do at fancy parties or whether I’ll be the best company. [ lies. despite her apparent nature, reyne knew how to dance, she knew the proper etiquette. not that she was ever allowed to get involved in such things, the fae female had watched from the sidelines enough to know all that she needed. yet she wondered how jaskier, as charming as he was, had managed to get himself an invite. ] so I was second choice ? [ her lips curved into a teasing smirk as she turned around, beginning to unbutton her shirt, prepared to at least try on the dress. if that would make him feel happier. ] I trust you, julian. I’ll go with you. though I’m unsure to how kindly they’d take to having a fae lingering in their ballroom. if I do this, you owe me, yes ?
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@faeoirs “ no fun . was hoping we’d keep that part a secret until we got there but alright— it’s this fancy party and i’d figure instead of going alone i’d take someone with me . ” he seemed hopeful about that , it could be seen within his cornflower blues . the same color which matched the dress . jaskier’s hope dwindled into a look of disappointment but also opening his mouth like some gaping fish . “ listen— normally i have geralt take care of that part but i promise you this is a place of pleasure and fun . not to mention no people whom know of my affairs with their wives ! or at least i hope that’s the case . and besides.. geralt is busy at the moment so i need another plus one . ” he pouted once more , eyes again begging and hopeful . “ knowing you.. you probably could fit a blade somewhere in there . but— please trust me ? there’ll be plenty of really good ale there too . ”
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@bardelion ( . . . ) and yet, you still have failed to tell me where you plan to take me. I don’t like surprises, bard . [ the fae pointed out, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly. ] oh , so you’re planning on playing protector if things go south ? . . . tell me, when was the last time you fought someone and / won / ? [ her voice lowered now to something more teasing, for she had not once seen him with a blade in hand. her eyebrows lifted as he bowed dramatically, before forcing air past her pursed lips in defeat as she stalked forward, taking the dress from his hands. ] . . . you’re infuriating.
