[ sam notices the way jaskier moves - or, more specifically, the way he doesn't stop moving. he's used to noticing those little things, if only because he's used to the people he's around not being willing to open up about what they're really feeling, so he's gotten used to taking other cues. not that jaskier appears to be short on words, but sometimes body language can tell you so much more.
there's no underlying stress or nerves, as far as jaskier's fidgeting goes, so sam doesn't feel too worried about needing to address it, instead letting his curiosity settle. let jaskier go on with his explaining - or, well, he was. until that little fact pops up. sam sits forward, face breaking into that sort of there's no way kind of grin. ]
Did you say White Wolf? Geralt goes by White Wolf? No way. [ he's not talking down all the importances of bards. if anything, sam's fascinated by the concept of an entire profession being so important, but at the same time, it doesn't surprise him all that much.
he's just a bit distracted, shaking his head. ] I've got someone here from my world - we're uh. [ friends. sam smiles a bit to himself, shakes his head. ] Something like coworkers. Geralt actually reminds me a lot about him - especially the whole staring bit. [ sam gestures to his face, where he drops his expression to something harder, more serious, flat. honestly, it's a pretty decent impression of both geralt and bucky, but he'd be the only one to appreciate it. ] He also goes by White Wolf. Or- did. Sort of. Anyway- sorry, that's just funny to me. Keep going.
[ there is a hint of something to jaskier's tone that makes sam think he might have...gotten that wrong. or maybe said something wrong. but he doesn't know where or how so he's just going to tread a little lighter here. ]
That all makes sense. That's called something different where I'm from, but yeah, okay. So you're a poet and a musician? And barker? You've got quite a skillset.
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there's no underlying stress or nerves, as far as jaskier's fidgeting goes, so sam doesn't feel too worried about needing to address it, instead letting his curiosity settle. let jaskier go on with his explaining - or, well, he was. until that little fact pops up. sam sits forward, face breaking into that sort of there's no way kind of grin. ]
Did you say White Wolf? Geralt goes by White Wolf? No way. [ he's not talking down all the importances of bards. if anything, sam's fascinated by the concept of an entire profession being so important, but at the same time, it doesn't surprise him all that much.
he's just a bit distracted, shaking his head. ] I've got someone here from my world - we're uh. [ friends. sam smiles a bit to himself, shakes his head. ] Something like coworkers. Geralt actually reminds me a lot about him - especially the whole staring bit. [ sam gestures to his face, where he drops his expression to something harder, more serious, flat. honestly, it's a pretty decent impression of both geralt and bucky, but he'd be the only one to appreciate it. ] He also goes by White Wolf. Or- did. Sort of. Anyway- sorry, that's just funny to me. Keep going.
[ there is a hint of something to jaskier's tone that makes sam think he might have...gotten that wrong. or maybe said something wrong. but he doesn't know where or how so he's just going to tread a little lighter here. ]
That all makes sense. That's called something different where I'm from, but yeah, okay. So you're a poet and a musician? And barker? You've got quite a skillset.