𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐎𝐋’ 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐏 .ᐟ .ᐟ

|| is the Witcher rp verse dead again??

grumbles in grumpy witcher.

Waves.

sigh.

|| I want to be here. I just can’t right now. Sorry to anyone I’m letting down by not replying.

“Yes, yes. Hygiene. Brushing my hair. Got it.” They both know he’s not going to make any changes.

settling on the spot beside her. happily accepting the invitation. “this seems like the perfect way to end a rather… awful day.” he chuckled.

|| struggling big time with my mental health. Will do replies when feeling better.

“It is not a crime. We have duties to carry out, you know? Nowhere in the description of Witcher does it say to be concerned about hair. Besides it’ll be coated in some beasts blood within a couple of hours.”

well. he can’t help the grin that appears on his lips in response to those words. that is yen for you. always a bit of a tease. “oh. i’m one hundred percent sure.”

He just truly doesn’t see the point in trying to argue about it right now — no. He’ll just sit and get through this hair washing thing. “I don’t have time to worry about how my hair looks.”

“you were never just a distraction, yennefer.” no. she has always been much more than that to the witcher. even if he didn’t always tell her. “i suppose i could attempt to sleep. are you joining?”

He wants to argue but — wouldn’t he only be proving her point if he did indeed allow himself to get worked up over it? Hm. No. Not giving her the pleasure. “Is it?”

he can’t help but furrow his brows slightly in confusion. and concern. that didn’t sound overly promising. “what’s going on, yen? you know you can talk to me.”

It was not something that he meant. Things are said in the heat of the moment that can’t be taken back, but can only be attempted to be made up for even if that takes a lifetime. “maybe sometimes.”

“Me? Emotional? Now that is a term that isn’t used to describe me often.” He can’t help but let out a snort of amusement. “Not purposely. It just comes with the job.”

“Ah. Because I am a man of so many words in the first place.” The man gave a faint roll of his eyes. Maybe this whole hair washing thing wasn’t completely terrible.

He can’t see it.

Not particularly.

Best believe he’s grumbling about it under his breath.