I...I mean, maybe, if Vesemir doesn't try to kill Aiden. [Lambert laughs, trying to pass his nervousness off as a joke. He glances at the Cat, then back to the bard.] If it's good, yeah, you can sing it for them.
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Oh, puppy, it'll be good. Don't worry that empty little head of yours~ [Aiden digs through his pockets, producing his Gwent deck as if he can read Geralt's mind.] Care for a round? We can leave your bard to it.
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[Lambert scowls at the empty head comment, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he turns his attention fully to Jaskier, ready to help him write their special song.]
No worries! I've also been sick. ;w; my cough won't go away and I'm so tired
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Oh, puppy, it'll be good. Don't worry that empty little head of yours~ [Aiden digs through his pockets, producing his Gwent deck as if he can read Geralt's mind.] Care for a round? We can leave your bard to it.
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[Lambert scowls at the empty head comment, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he turns his attention fully to Jaskier, ready to help him write their special song.]