Please, Hector. I wouldn't know any wiser. You must take credit where you can! Besides, the real work is remembering all the finer details.
[He takes his time walking through Hector's space, indulging in the warmth of it. Books upon books upon books, of course; exactly the man so inclined to discuss science as he'd been the first time they'd met in the Horizon. He peeks around simply to see if anything has changed, noting the finer details, and perhaps pausing a few times as they walk through to give a few dogs a good scrub on the head.
After all the new compatriots he's found nesting and housing and digging about in his own space, he can't fault the man for having so many critters around. Their presence, even if they are far from real, is a comfort. Look, he even has friends that change into beasts. It's like he attracts them now.
Stepping in, the air turns thick with humidity, the sound of splashing water filling the quiet. His brows raise, and he laughs.] Why, Hector, it's a veritable pool. Nearly a bath house. Not, of course, that this is a complaint.
[It's certainly not, because as Jaskier steps carefully over a pup, he's already unbuttoning his doublet, letting it fall to the ground behind him. And there goes his chemise. He is, in fact, more eager to get into this pool than he has been for anything in weeks.
Even if he pauses, once his top half is nude, to bend down and rub the ear of a dog currently sticking its nose in his pile of clothing, ties of his trousers hanging loose between his legs.] You are very lucky, my friend, that canine drool does not stain so easily here.
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[He takes his time walking through Hector's space, indulging in the warmth of it. Books upon books upon books, of course; exactly the man so inclined to discuss science as he'd been the first time they'd met in the Horizon. He peeks around simply to see if anything has changed, noting the finer details, and perhaps pausing a few times as they walk through to give a few dogs a good scrub on the head.
After all the new compatriots he's found nesting and housing and digging about in his own space, he can't fault the man for having so many critters around. Their presence, even if they are far from real, is a comfort. Look, he even has friends that change into beasts. It's like he attracts them now.
Stepping in, the air turns thick with humidity, the sound of splashing water filling the quiet. His brows raise, and he laughs.] Why, Hector, it's a veritable pool. Nearly a bath house. Not, of course, that this is a complaint.
[It's certainly not, because as Jaskier steps carefully over a pup, he's already unbuttoning his doublet, letting it fall to the ground behind him. And there goes his chemise. He is, in fact, more eager to get into this pool than he has been for anything in weeks.
Even if he pauses, once his top half is nude, to bend down and rub the ear of a dog currently sticking its nose in his pile of clothing, ties of his trousers hanging loose between his legs.] You are very lucky, my friend, that canine drool does not stain so easily here.